Somehow it happens every year, people get back from Burning Man and they get sick. Some years it’s been nightmare bad. Some friends have gotten so sick they don’t ever go back.  I wasn’t sick until we finished that Denver Job, then as I was heading home, I started to feel those familiar sniffles and sore throat tickles that reminded me of years past. Last night, i woke myself up with coughing. Today I went to the Pharmacy and hooked up some Robitussin DM and Nightime (every time I taste it there are dissociative memories) and Tylenol PM.  Nothing short of explosions or orgies will wake me when that stuff kicks in (which could be any minute now, I just took it!

The thing about being sick really is that I just don’t have time for it. I have so much to do. I have too many plans, to waste some of my precious free time sleeping! I think that may be at the heart of the problem. When I am sick, it is this great excuse to slow down and lay down. But just like when I was a kid, the only time I want to be sick is when I am not having fun. Now, I have so much fun, being sick is a major bummer!

It’s on the way out. It’s like we come from this really toxic environment, and then we get back to this whole other kind of toxic environment and our bodies just have to cleanse.