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I'm still sick. To make it worse, my fever went up to 100 today. Of course, 100 is a nice, even number. I like being even. I'd hate for you to think I’m odd.
I’m still not going anywhere, let alone into Colonial Williamsburg. I feel trapped here, like I’m in prison in an Edward G. Robinson movie.
I can’t take it anymore, see? I’m getting’ outa here, see? These screws can’t keep me locked up. Not me. Not Billy the Crud. No siree. Last night, I smuggled a spoon from dinner by stuffing it into my undershirt. Unfortunately, I wasn’t wearing an undershirt at the time, and it slipped all the way down and fell out my pant leg. But I went back and got another one and carried it out in my hand. Nobody noticed. Shoulda done that the first time. Now I’m gettin’ outa here!
I’m diggin’ a tunnel through the floor of the shower stall, down to the frame, over behind the propane tank, and out past the tail pipe. I know it’s dangerous under there, but I gotta do it. I gotta get outa here. What’s life without freedom? What’s freedom without takin’ risks? As soon as I’m done, I’m outa here! As long as this overgrown turtle-shell ain’t movin’. That’d be crazy. And if it is, I’ll just sit here quietly, playin’ solitaire and watchin’ my movies until the next time it stops. Then I’m outa here!
But maybe I’ll wait 'til tomorrow. I hear they’re playing "Miss Congeniality" in the rec room tonight. I just love Sandra Bullock.
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Rich Bill: I feel for you but it could be worse. It is simply terrible being sick when you’re away from home. I remember what it is like. One time in Japan for HP my boss and I decided to say in a Japanese hotel in Kyoto rather than our usual American style hotel. Big mistake. The room came with a sleeping pad and a Kimono. The beautifully tilled bathroom did not have a commode. I awoke the next morning with an aching back and sore throat. Food was not on my list.I called my boss and told him to go the meeting without me. He called the house doctor and went to the meeting. The doctor seemed competent, but his command of English was limited to hand signals. I kept pointing to my throat and making gagging sounds. He instructed me to make an “ah” sound and used a tongue depressor to examine my throat. Then he said “Ah so”, put on gloves, took a throat sample, and then “painted” my throat with some purple stuff that tasted terrible. Then he called the front desk and had them tell me that I had strep and was quarantined to stay in my room for three days. Talk about bored. There was a TV in the room, but all programming was in Japanese. The only thing I understood was the sumo wrestling matches. I longed to sleep in a real bed and sit on a commode. My boss was no help. He brought me something to read: a 45 page contract. Consider yourself lucky.
Wendy Sounds like it's time to see a doctor, Bill. Can't make things worse. Don't you also have a gig coming up?
Trish So sorry you're still sick, Bill. Have you tried the fresh garlic cure? (I'm serious!) I was sick with a nasty sneezing, coughing cold in Hawaii and a friend told me to eat as much fresh garlic as I could tolerate. I had 5 or 6 cloves chopped up in salads & soups and darned if I wasn't all better in 2 days! The friends I breathed on weren't wild about the plan (sorry Barbara!), but I suggest it because garlic has natural antibacterial and antiviral properties. Good luck and feel better soon!
laurel oh my gosh--I just laughed and laughed over your humor. I loved the Edward g. robinson bit--soooo funny! it's a wonder you have a sense of humor being sick for sooo long. what is my sister doing? what is your plan?????? you already got my sympathy so I won't repeat myself but the thoughts are still there.