Denver Made Me Sick, I Think

Sick sick sick.

I caught the flu!  This hasn't happened I think since I was 8th grade?  I was sick once for a week in college, but I didn't have a thermometer and I still made it to my classes. So I don't know.  I was probably stronger and more determined to go to class back then.  It wasn't like this though.  My face hurt, my skin hurt, my lower back hurt, my bad ankle hurt, and I was hot and cold and sweaty.  My highest fever was at 102.2 deg F.  My anxiety kicked in, and I thought I might die.  It sure felt like it. :)  But I think I'm getting better.

When you think all is horrible tell yourself "This too, shall pass."  It might help.  Even if you don't believe it, it's better to say positive things than say negative things that you do believe.  Belief is not scientific evidence of right or wrong.

Last week I was in Denver for work, to learn about the Farm Bill and come up with suggestions on how to tailor it to make it better for American Indians.  It's the most political thing I've ever done, and it was soooooooooooo boring.  Boring but important. 

The good parts were when I visited my cousin Will.  I was able to stay in his cabin in the woods one night, and it was silent and dark and peaceful.  I slept well that night.  We played Scrabble and I won!  I never win at Scrabble, so I think it was beginners luck.  Then the next night I went to the Denver Art Museum and watched Will's band play for one of the exhibits.  It was On The Road by Jack Karouac themed, so Will's band, Trout Steak Revival,  moved around the museum playing.    I was also able to make a Night At The Museum joke that was not understood by any but me.  I dont' mind though, I amused myself, and that's all that counts.

Okay that's all I have in me.