Double Whammy

Sunday, about 1 or 2 am. It wasn't a packed ER. I then grabbed the next chart in line.

"Generalized weakness cough cold congestion for 24 hrs PTA (prior to arrival)"

The guy is pretty young and his vitals were okay. What the hell is he doing here? He's just having flu-like symptoms. Whatever. I took the guy inside, got him a bed. He's gonna be discharged in a few minutes.

"Hey broah, can I get a blanket? I'm cold..." His looks- similar to a tough construction worker cum football linebacker and lumberjack- didn't match his Neil Patrick Harris/ Doogie Howser MD voice. What a pussy. I still got him a blanket.

The same day, about 12 pm. I was in The Queen Mary, having a great time with my family and the food. We went to the Sunday Brunch thingy for my grandparents' golden wedding anniversary.

The food variety was immense and enticing, but I found myself glued to the salad section- I devoured the raw and semi-raw fishes. I feasted on the seared smoked salmon, pickled herring, and ahi tuna with wasabi. It was heavenly! Plus I consumed about 6 (or maybe 7?) glasses of their really nice free-flowing champagne. I was happy!

That night, I developed flu-like symptoms. I had diarrhea too, and I vomited once.

Today- I am glued to my bed and computer. Double whammy. Flu and gastroenteritis. What a way to end my winter break.