Sick Widdo Chunk

Well after two days of really intense workouts, not a lot of food, and an odd sleep schedule, I just, in the past like 1.5 hours, have gotten totally sick. I am achey, have chills, feel nauseated (like very close to vomiting), and have the slightest of slight runny noses.

The point is not to complain, but just to say that I really miss having SOMEONE who can hug me. My mom would hug me and tuck me into my tv-watching bed and call me her "poor widdo guy," and although I was never really sick with Pookie (I was really healthy, then!), I remember once when he got REALLY sick, and I loved being there just to hold him when he slept. We had been at a really fantastic play with his sister and nieces who were visiting, and he knew he was getting sick, but by the end of the show he hit a WALL (the flu comes on fast like that) and I took him home and he literally passed out in a feverish-lump. Since I know that he's someone who doesn't really DO the whole lovey-dovey interdependent relationship THING, I was trying to be really aware of when he'd want me to scram, but in this kind of cute and helplesslly sick way, he had me stay for a little while, and I just hugged him on the fold-out bed (which will be unnecessary in his new Eastern Palace).

Yeah...I have friends, but I have NO ONE who I want to hug me in Cairo, and I really miss that!

This reminds me of a bird flu joke I heard today (from the rather mindless assistant manager of food and beverage at the Hyatt who thinks he's god's gift to gay men -- he actually told me he didn't GET the joke at first!): "Concerned about the threat of an impending avian flu epidemic, US President George W. Bush ordered immediate air strikes on the Canary Islands."

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