Oh dear

For those of you who are curious how my first TD Book Week readings went today… well unfortunately, there were no readings. 

Last night around 10 o’clock I got laid flat with the worst flu ever.  I won’t go into the gory details, let it just suffice to say, sleep was not possible.

Finally now, it seems to be taking pity on me and I am praying that soon, like before tomorrow morning, it lifts totally.

It’s weird how embarrassed I am when I get sick.  Like somehow if I was stronger, or better, or something, I’d be able to bypass it, muscle through. 

I wonder if I’ll ever want to eat again.  Rog & Jim are cooking their dinner and I wish there was an openable window here, because they are great cooks, but honestly, the smell of it is doing all kinds of unpleasant sensory recall things to my nose and throat and stomach.  I’m trying to breath real shallow.

I felt horrible for the schools that were expecting me.  We’ve worked something out, and I’ll swing back here and see them after Ottawa but still I feel bad.  I don’t like letting people down.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Monday, November 17, 2008 in Chewing the Fat