| | Bl. Alvarez of CordobaThis is what I did after swing on Monday: I went home, collapsed into bed, and pretty much didn't get out again until yesterday afternoon. On Tuesday afternoon I went downstairs to drink some chicken broth. When I was done I washed my cup, went back upstairs, and slept for two hours. It wasn't so much the congested chest and the nose flowing like a faucet as it was the fever that sapped my strength and made it hard to think. I did have some rather interesting dreams, though...
Wednesday I started feeling some better, and Wednesday afternoon I was able to actually get some stuff done. So I started testing myself. First I decided to see if I could walk to the post office (one block away) and mail some packages. That went without a hitch, and after resting a little while I was up for more. I'd been planning on jumping into the Swing II series at Elegance, and if I missed the lesson Wednesday night I would need to wait until the next month to try again. I decided that if I could make it through an hour of lesson (not nearly as strenuous as an hour of dancing) I would be able to go to work the next day. Not that work is so thrilling, but I need the money. I took great quantities of antihistamines to make sure my nose wouldn't run, washed my hands five times, tucked a handkerchief up my sleeve just in case, and headed out.
To my surprise and delight, I made it through! It was a really good lesson - I learned some stuff I've been wanting to learn for a while now. I even stayed for a little of the dancing afterwards. Then I did fast Charleston with Lone Wolf, and started feeling a little unsteady. Then Trogdor spun me a lot, and my head started buzzing. Then I went home, drank some chicken soup, and went to bed. But I made it into work this morning! So I'm not all the way better, but I'm much better than I was. Woohoo! |
