sick
And stranded in Brooklyn. The fever dreams were just the first hint of how hard the influenza virus hit me. I haven't been out of the apartment since Saturday, when I was to see a doctor in order to get the note the insurance company needed since I was NOT getting on the plane the next day. So now I am here, without a voice, without a return-ticket until I have been declared well enough to travel, and without the energy to do anything at all about it.