Day 53 of the Vagus Nerve Road Trip of Esophagal Agony
Jasper, GA to Chapel Hill, NC
Well, I'd like to correct something from my last entry... apparently a little bit of Scotch and half a Cuban cigar is not what I need right now. I'll spare you the details, but after writing last night's blog, I spent eight hours in the bathroom throwing up.
I'd had episodes like this before with tobacco once, while visiting Duke University with the Pate twins, I tried "dipping" for the first time, and puked all over the Bryan Center. But I've had plenty of cigars before, so this one hit me from left field. In fact, this wave of nausea is so bad and long-lasting that I worry it might be the stomach flu.
This I do know: today was one of the worst seven hours on an American highway I have ever spent. We were trying to push it in order to make it to the Virginia game at the Dean Dome and I arrived, bedraggled, matted with cold sweat and greenfaced. Sweet Tessa, who dealt with my moaning misery all night, had to help me up the stairs to the Dean E. Smith Center.
There were only nine minutes left in the game, but it was worth it. For nine whole minutes and even a time out or two the nausea subsided, and all was right with the world.
Posted by at February 12, 2003 8:50 PM