Whew! That was character-building. A good thing because life had been getting too easy.
I have just spent the last three days in bed in this camper with a fever and “flu-like symptoms,” that marvelous euphemism for nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea. I did not eat but forced myself to drink water. Dehydration is not a pleasant sensation. One becomes incredibly lethargic, unable to accomplish the simplest things.
My bed is in the back of my camper, which is no more than four feet from the vine-covered side fence of tennis court number two. I have lain there with a fever during the day every day for three days listening at close range to bankers, real estate developers, investment advisors, and the like play tennis with a particularly east coast raucousness. Barry, Jamie, Sebastian, and all. This experience has not deepened my affection for their ilk.
The second thing this has done for me in addition to build character is render me immune now to one more of the world's pathogens.
Before this episode I could not remember the last time that I was sick. That is the third thing this experience has done for me. I can now remember the last time that I was sick.
I feel pretty good this morning but very hungry. And to be perfectly honest, this place is a mess.