I want to go and

February 10, 2002

I want to go and do something active but I guess I'm catching this flu that's going around. Feeling like you might vomit really slows you down. You get down to one word answers and amoeboid economy of movement. All people figure they can fend it off with variations on yogic relaxation. Typing about it is putting me at significant risk. This Imac wouldn't really benefit from the redecorating you can only imagine would occur if I were to push the envelope much further. I am reminded of the time I left our downtown rehearsal space during rush hour to make the trip home. I was struck, shortly after pulling out onto the crowded thoroughfare, with the headache and bodyache that signals my descent into nausea. "I'll be fine", I said. About 10 minutes later I hit gridlock on Georgia Street before the Stanley Park causeway. The decision had to be made. Was I going to pull off into the Park and run to sanctuary in a grove of trees or was I going to commit to being locked into a 30 kph crawl for the next 15 minutes? I gambled. Midway through the causeway the final wave hit me. The one wave that says the next wave will be the tsunami. I raised my hand to my mouth just as my body conquered my mind. I had to keep my eyes front as I was trapped between cars on all sides going about 40kph. The hand to mouth only served to deflect the torrent in all directions around me -- lap, roof, windshield, dashboard, steering wheel, side window. One more huge blast went out unobstructed as I struggled to keep my head up and hands tight on the wheel. I had no choice. My vision obscured by tears and a blanket of lunch. I pulled off into the final emergency parking spot before the Lion's Gate bridge. I was able to regain enough composure to get myself home...oh geez...there's more to the story...but...better go