And I’m still sick

I lived off of granola bars, applesauce and eventually some sour candy that  lordvimless brought me like he does every year. I nursed Red Bulls for hours. I sipped water. I got soda to give me more calories and it only made me sicker.

On the 4th I tried to fullsuit but ended up in the headless lounge completely exhausted before I’d even made the trip. Con staff had to get involved.  lordvimless, thankfully, was working safety and was able to get me a little sustenance and escorted me back to my hotel.

I was able to go down to the river on the 5th, but I kept nodding off and fighting brain fog as people tried to talk to me. Got to sit next to a man puking into the river. Turned out I’d ALSO been sitting next to a ziploc bag full of vomit the entire time and didn’t realize it.

On the 6th my friends checked out and left, I went to my new hotel to drop off my luggage…only to find out their servers were down. So, no room keys. My plans to go back down there for the final night were crushed. But it was okay, really. I was exhausted.

So yeah. Tomorrow will be 2 weeks since these symptoms first appeared. Today is 1 week since I started antibiotics. If anything I’ve only gotten worse. I still struggle to eat and drink.