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Rough weekend.
Woke up Saturday to go to Vegas, and I was sicker than ever. Chills, and aches, and sweats, and no voice. Not good.

Got to the director's house for the carpool, and she got out some Emergen-C, put it in water and gave it to me. Then she pulled out a big bag of pills and tossed that in the van, along with a pillow and blanket. Thank God, she is a mom, because I needed all of those things.

Spent the entire time in the van curled up in the fetal position shaking or sleeping. I popped chloraseptic, sudafed, advil, nyquil, dayquil and coldeez all weekend long. At the start of the trip, I held up the bag of pills and said, Hey, were off to Vegas, loaded with pills, someone call Rolling Stone, I have a story to sell on Monday.

Doing the show was rough. My character is as calm as Daffy Duck, and I didn't even have the energy to pee. Seriously, I couldn't stand, so I would lean against the wall. Then, there was no rush of a stream. Instead, I was a slow trinkler. Sad.

After the Saturday show, everyone was going to meet at a bar, and then go gamble. I wanted to go to bed. Still, I thought, how can I come to Vegas, and say I just went to bed. So, I met them at the bar, had one screwdriver (for the OJ) and then went to bed. See, I still got vitality. I'm not old yet!

Sunday was no better. Slept the night with chills and sweats. Couldn't really eat breakfast. It was a giant cheese omelete, and it was tough. Damn buffet food.

No lunch, cuz we were running late getting to the next show, and we were lost. Got there, and did the show. Afterwards, I thought I was feeling better. Got all excited like I finally beat down this beast, and emerged victorious.

Then I got in the van and started to hack up all the phlegm. Had to spit it into a napkin that I kept wadded up nearby. How humiliating. I have known these people for a total of six days over the course of the last 2 months, and here I am choking lugees in front of them. I don't like doing that in front of my friends of twenty years. It is not pleasant.

Got home, and checked email. Nothing. Crawled into bed, and slept 12 hours. Today, I am still low on energy, and my body feels achey and cold, but I am doing better. Still hacking up. Which is good, but unpleasant.

No revelations have come to me, except that being sick when you are single sucks. Nobody to kiss your forehead, or tell you you'll be okay, or tuck your head into their lap and let you sleep.

One of the girls in the cast kept telling me to drink juice, or lay down, or asked how I was. That was nice, but the touch is really the healing power.

I wish I had someone who wouldn't go have drinks with some guy so that she could come home and nurse me!