Since Friday I have been sick. I have had a fever that has waxed and waned and refuses to go away. I went into the doctor and  gave him my 25 dollars to hear him say "It's a fever. Probably a virus. It's been going around. We'll have to let it run its course."

I wanted to ask him "Now why do I come here?".

I haven't been this sick since 2001 when I was in England. I had went over there with a touring singing group from school. They left and I had planned to stay 5 days in exploring Britain. Two days before the group left, I ate some food at an Italian restaurant in London and before I knew it I was falling down the rabbit's hole of a bad stomach flue. Some of my fellow travelers were concerned about leaving me in England. But I reassured them that I'm sure I would be felling alright in a couple of days. Any rational human being would of got a early flight home, but I wasn't going to let a measly flue completely destroy my first opportunity to be out of the country. So despite not being able to hold anything down, I trudged through that beautiful country and saw much that I had always wanted to see.

That was then and this is now. Mid 20s Derrick is a different creature then Early 30s Derrick who has a wife, baby on the way, and a  house and career on which to attend. So even though I have a ton of  work at work to do- I resign my self to be sick. .