The Italy Adventure Begins

This is the trip that almost wasn’t.

The downhill spiral started Tuesday morning when a virus rapidly gripped my throat. By lunch time, the sore throat was beginning and I said I was going home early but didn’t.

Wednesday morning came and I started canceling my day. I went to the doctor’s office, convinced that I had strep. He said, “No, it is a virus. And it is going to get a lot worse before it gets better.”

Great. Just what I needed.

His predictions were correct. I ended up canceling everything for three days, relegated to watching TV from my couch. Even that was hard. I didn’t look bad, but I was feverish, my throat was swollen, and I couldn’t comprehend things. I just felt stupid.

Saturday saw a new turn. The fever broke, but I started coughing and sneezing and had a stuffy nose. I tried my best to keep from getting sinus pressure buildup, but there was nothing I could do. By that evening, my teeth were starting to hurt.

I took some NyQuil early.

Then I decided to look for my passport.

It wasn’t where I normally keep it. I looked everywhere. I tore my place apart, but couldn’t find it. I probably tried to hide it from the people installing my widows an doors, as if they instinctively knew where my normal hiding place was. Somedays I am ridiculous.

I couldn’t find it. I really needed sleep. so I finally called off the search and tried to sleep. It was impossible. I dreamed of crazy places my passport was hiding and I’d get up an look for it. I probably went to the bathroom six times in the night. I tossed and turned. Finally, I gave up trying to sleep when the sun came up.

I restarted my search. Unsure that I had really looked in the various places I’d searched under darkness, I revisited them all. Nothing.

It wasn’t until three hours later and intensely looking through all my worldly possessions, did I finally find it hidden behind my travel books.

I fell onto the couch in exhaustion and relief. I hadn’t moved that much in four days. I called Meine Schwester to tell her the story. That is when I realized my latest symptom. I can’t speak.

By the time I finished scrubbing the house clean and packing, my ride to the airport had arrived. Exhausted, I explained that it is all about him day an I expect him to hold up both sides of the conversation.

I have to say, he did quite well, filling in both sides of the conversation, sometimes three sides. I had a hard time staying awake, let alone keeping up with the appropriate nodding. I’m hoping I will fall asleep for most of the plane ride, but I’m not holding out a lot of hope for that.

Luckily, I didn’t need much conversation to get to my gate. But it also means there was no random conversation with strangers at the airport. Better luck next time.

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