All my bags are packed and I'm ready to go.
Except I'm not going.
I coughed ALL night, and I don't even want to call it coughing, when it's more like barking. I'm exhausted. Everything is set up for me to go. I arranged a ride right to the Port, and cleaned my house in spurts last night. But, once the alarm clock rang and I squeaked out a good morning to the cat, I stood up and realized what I think I figured all along. I'm not going.
I can't really hear out of one ear. Well, I can hear, but it sounds like the ocean in a seashell. With my hacking and sniffling and moaning and falling asleep all over the place, just to wake up hacking a few minutes later, I'm no bloody fun. I think even being back amongst friends in lovely Japan isn't going to make me as genki as I'd like, and I'd hate to come back here being disappointed. Or even worse, still sick or even sicker. So I give up.
Happy Frickin New Years.
One of the sealer of the deals is the fact that I haven't been able to taste or smell anything in 3 days. I always REALLY look forward to eating some excellent Japanese cuisine, but what's the point if it all tastes like nothing? My appetite's gone as well, and I've just had a bowl of soup and toast the last couple days. Plus with the massive amount of pills I'm taking I shouldn't enjoy all the Kirin beer and Chu-Hi I want to drink. New Years Eve, sick and sober? Blah.
So I am totally bummed. I think this whole holiday season will go down as the absolute crappiest in Jelly-history.
The good news is I called my boss and arranged to go back to work if I'm feeling up to it after the weekend. Thereby I retain my holidays to use at another time, which will be at the Lunar New Year at the end of the month. I already reserved my ticket. So I'll get to have "New Years" in Japan and we'll do it up right. Meanwhile, my boss knows for sure now that when I say I'm sick, I'm not playing around. She knew how excited I was about my vacation. She was very kind when I talked to her, and asked if she could visit me this weekend. I said "sure," so maybe she'll stop by with some fruit or something.
Now for me, it's tea and bed.
Seriously, Happy New Years folks. Let's hope 2006 brings us all more health and more happiness.
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