At this precise point in time, I should be somewhere flying over the mid-west, en route to Fabulous Las Vegas. Instead, I am lying flat on my back on my couch in my apartment. DAMN YOU, CENTIPEDE!
Needless to say, I am totally bummed. I have been looking forward to this trip all summer. If anyone happens to actually be able to walk out their front door and finds themselves in Vegas, you are certainly welcome to my Saturday night tickets to Blue Man Group or Sunday night tickets to Cirque du Soleil's Zumanity, as clearly I will not be using either. Truthfully, I shouldn't be complaining (but that won't stop be from being bitter about missing my trip and losing out on a lot of money on the hotel room, show tickets, etc.) as I am at least able to hobble around bent over, which sure beats crawling on my elbows as a means of transportation. My mother came down to D.C. to help out, and brought her supply of vicodin and percoset from her rotator cuff surgery, which has certainly helped with the pain (since I was unable to skateboard myself down to student health). I am almost acting my age again -- I can actually use the toilet, and I slept on the couch and not the floor last night! For the first time in ages, I wish I was in the lab. This has been the worst "sick week" ever, since I am mostly immobile, in tons of pain, and not able to sit up to watch TV. Of course, that's not saying much for the lab when it is just one step up from full-body debilitation.