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.
Sigh.
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.
13 comments:
Y-O-U-M-U-S-T-R-E-S-I-S-T!
Everyone is in love with you in spite of you not being an OMW.
Sounds like in Miami "luxury" is a relative term. How frustrating.
I hope you feel better very, very soon but I think maybe the delay in surgery is to give you 3 days to make up for the chocolate binge. 3 more days of exercise - woo hoo!
As long as you fell, you might as well eat some birthday cake! You can get back on the sugar-free wienermobile tomorrow. Sorry the trip didn't happen as you had hoped, but at least you got to run in warm weather. Hope you recover from your sore-throat soon. Try gargling with salt and warm water--it will soothe your throat.
I'm trying to spot the chocolate in that picture...nope...I can't see any.
Sounds like a rousing success of a trip to me! I'll have to try mojitos as a throat salve next time mine's killing me. Just remember you ran when you felt like crap. That may even burn off more of those sugar calories than you think. Sorry about the surgery postponement.
You're eating out of the minibar? I sure hope you can roll those ridiculous charges right into your room charges and let The Man pay for them!!
Chocolate is Good Food.
But... how do we know you're NOT an Oscar Meyer weiner??
Sucks about your surgery.
Oh no! You can always start fresh tommorow. Tommorow's another day. ((hugs))
i feel kind of dirty. looking at the candy and seeing the snickers wrapper made me feel like a cheap and sleazy gawker. like surfing the net finding brit's bits.
eh, i love shugga. i just watch my intake. or i deny myself one thing (ice cream). but if i see carrot cake, i get carrot cake. it's really a salad sandwich with shugga and cream on top. i don't care.
so you fell. you need a slutty side. embrace it. next time, though, try to eat it off the abs of that instructor. it's not what you eat, it's the plate. the environment. go on. get slutty.
When I read the header about falling I thought you'd fallen in love with the instructor who's been lusting for you. (I have that right, right?)
Then it's all about chocolate, a sore throat, and wining about our fine South Florida luxury standards. You see in South Florida they live off the reputation. They're like Rome in decline. If it doesn't burn down soon another hurricane will get them. Unfortunately the rest of us citizens in the Sunshine State will have to bail out the state's insurance fund that will have to pay for all that devastation.
But I digress.
So I expect the mojitos were good even if they didn't help.
Gargling some ocean water has merit.
You probably got out of having to go out with your boss for dinner on your birthday too, I bet.
I'd trade a word with Craig for a ride in the weinermobile any day. That is some flashy auto art for which we are famous in Florida. Come up my way and I'll show you some real snazzy sites.
Hope you get better soon.
...and yes. Be slutty.
Awwww, crap. Sore throats are the absolute worst. I hope you're able to heal quickly. The chocolate will most definitely help. ;)
Mini bars are the devil! I'll eat stuff from those that I would never ordinarily eat. I guess Snickers taste better when they cost $6.
What a horrible sounding hotel!!!
I bet it was SO nice to be warm for a change!! I hope you're feeling better by now!
Take care, cool you saw Craig, and OMG, YOU SAW THE WEINER WAGON!?!?!?!
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