Off the sugar-free wagon.
My throat started hurting before I left D.C. yesterday, gradually worsening as I got to lovely Miami. It was snowing when I left D.C. It was 82F when I got to Miami! And now my throat was roaring.
I'm staying at a luxury hotel. (If I was paying for this trip, believe me, I'd be camping.) All the rooms have patios with hot tubs. Nice, huh? I had requested a "quiet room" and the first room they put me in was definitely quiet. Also airless. And devoid of light. Um, no. So I asked to be moved. Now I was in the "noisy" room. But with light! And a hot tub! But first, I needed food. I needed something to soothe my now-on-fire throat. No soup! So I ordered salmon. I even considered cracking open the bottle of wine in the mini-bar... except the mini-bar was warm. OK, call front desk. Well, how 'bout I turn on the ginormous flat screen TV? Yeah. Except, um, it was all static. OK, second call. Last stop, into the hot tub! Except it was more like the tepid tub.
I'm not proud, but my hand was forced:
I had no choice. I ate every chocolate thing in the room.
AM I HAVING FUN YET?
I did get up at 6 a.m. for a run—outside. Because you can run with a sore throat! And it was 80F here! Did I mention that the shower drain didn't work? No? That I tried to get tea this morning? But that 7 a.m was too early for tea?
Next time I'm staying in a Holiday Inn.
The conference is being held on the gorgeous campus of the University of Miami, where there were lots of opportunities for schmoozing. Except? By now I had laryngitis. So when, for instance, Craig of Craig's list stopped by to chat, it was all I could do to croak out "hello." And he couldn't understand what I was saying.
So I had two mojitos at the last networking event of the day. They didn't help.
Oh, and my surgery that was scheduled for Monday morning? Cancelled. I called the surgeon as a precaution to make sure this itty bitty sore throat would not interfere with anything. And she said, "No way are you having surgery. I don't want you coughing. Plus, the anesthesia could cause pneumonia. And that could result in you dying."
AM I HAVING FUN YET?
Well, I did get a photo of this:
And if I were an Oscar Meyer wiener, everyone would be in love with me.