This is one of the last photos I took in #NewOrleans
before I came down with a no good, very bad case of.... the #flu
. As in, I wanted to die and couldn't even leave the hotel room on Saturday (except to go downstairs for a massage, God help the poor masseuse lady who is probably sick today wondering what happened). I crawled out of bed on Sunday morning and hit up an Urgent Care Center where I waited for my name to be called in the lobby for an hour as I literally laid on a bench crying like a lunatic. Then I tested positive for the flu, the nurse asked me if I wanted a cortisone injection in my butt cheek to help clear my sinuses for the flight (um, I don't care how sick I am, no thanks). Then I had to Uber to the airport where I luckily got a window seat in the first row of the plane where I tried to cover my head like a burka to avoid getting the other passengers sick.
Where am I now? Well, I still can't really eat, I've lost six pounds, my hair looks like the Exxon Valdez oil spill, and I'm in a bad mood. But I did shave my legs so there's that.