August 26, 2008
5 am: get up
6 am: yoga x 1.5 hours
8 am: eat tacos for breakfast
9 am: drink coffee, lie around watch tv to get ready for flight
10 am: cab to airport
11 am: all checked through security, arrive at gate, prepare to relax
11.30 am: why does my stomach feel weird? am i nervous?
11.50 am: boarding call. i am starting to think i feel not good.
11.55 am: walk down jetway. feel like a small revolution happening inside me.
12.00 noon: seated at back of jet. extremely hot, smells bother me. locate barf bag.
12.05 pm: jet taxis to takeoff. we are not airborne, but my breakfast may soon be.
12.06 pm: begin takeoff, break into cold sweat as if on cue. stick face in barf bag, but only think about it.
12.07 pm: flying, my eyes closed. my shirt is drenched with sweat.
12.10 pm: stewardess notices my state of semi-distress, bri ngs large trash bag.
12.20 pm: please, no hospitality items
12.25 pm: cold wash cloth, complements of the crew
12.55 pm: i have never kept my eyes closed so long on a plane. i think i got a blanket too.
12.56 pm: we land in little rock
1.05 pm: get off plane. crew says goodbye. i say something.
1.15 pm: it is cold as shit in this airport
1.20 pm: contact pickup outside front of terminal. am rescued
1.30 pm: ride to hotel near venue. get lost in downtown little rock to varying degrees.
2 pm: go to bed at hotel. please keep drapes shut. is dr. kervorkian present? yes, i have a fever.
3 pm: wake up feeling perhaps even worse
3.30 pm: contact physician office in state i just left. conduct discussion by proxy. very fruitless. give up and go back to sleep for 10 minutes.
4 pm: discussion w partner of dire state of things. suggest my ticket for show be sold asap. i will rest at hotel and just hope to die quietly
4.30 pm: there must be a name for this disease. i think it is misery.
5.30 pm: do not watch "dirty jobs" on discovery channel if you think you have stomach bug
6.30 pm: it is official, the doctor we contacted will be no help. no, i will not go to the emergency room. i'd sooner die than pay $2,000 for an abdominal sono of a half-digested breakfast item.
7.30 pm: my partner leaves for the venue
8.30 pm: i think she calls in to see if i have revived enough to see bob. sorry bob, i won't be making this one.
later that night, don't know when: my loving kind partner goes to get supplies, like gatorade, at a local walmart. returns shortly before midnight with interesting stories about local retail scene.
later next day:
9 am: get in car and start driving back to texas. some less fever, some profound sense of having disease go upside my head
3-something pm: back in texas, almost home. holy crap, this is the worst show-going trip ever. heard the show was good though. way to go guys.