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After 8 days on the road, travelling, travelling, travelling, wishing I had people I could *poke*, who'd understand why the sight of the Parisian airport sign ORLY cracked me up, and someone to hug me because I've come down with something viral and somehow I don't think it's going away without antibiotics, I'm in a classy hotel in Paris on the last stop of the 10 day tour with a nice room and a reasonable view and a whole city to explore...and all I want to do is sleep, or curl up in the armchair and watch the Stargate Atlantis eps I've missed...
I'm so tired. So's my room-mate, who's tired of sharing a room with an invalid who keeps her up 90% of the night coughing.
Probably, most of the tour is also tired of me since they've not come down with whatever it is that I have. The bus to Paris was like a convention of Hypochondriacs R Us.
This would all be manageable if I was home, or somewhere familiar, or able to reach familiar people who cared about me. My family has been incommunicado this last week, I haven't had a decent internet connection in the last ten days.
So, yes, I'm feeling bloody awful. I broke down and wept at the morning tea stop on the way to Paris. I don't think anyone noticed.
Sometimes you just need for things to stay the same. And when they don't, everything goes bad.
My nose stopped running for fifteen seconds. Then it started up again.
The hotel info says it has a doctor available at all hours. I'm going to check that out and hope that he can prescribe me some antibiotics. If it was non-viral, I'd have been over this on the third day. I'm usually way healthier than this.
I'm so tired. So's my room-mate, who's tired of sharing a room with an invalid who keeps her up 90% of the night coughing.
Probably, most of the tour is also tired of me since they've not come down with whatever it is that I have. The bus to Paris was like a convention of Hypochondriacs R Us.
This would all be manageable if I was home, or somewhere familiar, or able to reach familiar people who cared about me. My family has been incommunicado this last week, I haven't had a decent internet connection in the last ten days.
So, yes, I'm feeling bloody awful. I broke down and wept at the morning tea stop on the way to Paris. I don't think anyone noticed.
Sometimes you just need for things to stay the same. And when they don't, everything goes bad.
My nose stopped running for fifteen seconds. Then it started up again.
The hotel info says it has a doctor available at all hours. I'm going to check that out and hope that he can prescribe me some antibiotics. If it was non-viral, I'd have been over this on the third day. I'm usually way healthier than this.
