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Okay, the unrelentingness of this heat is starting to get to me; I flew out of Washington reliably expecting some relief from hot times, and now here I am, plunged into Britain's version of a code red.
The most depressing thing of all is that it's not even hit 90 degrees here, which is a temperature I was comfortably exceeding in DC day after day simply because of the ready availability of air conditioning. All I have here are a fan, some windows, and fewer clothes, and this bloody flat-that-will-not-cool-down is not helping matters.
Meanwhile, I'm still not entirely better from the bug, or whatever you want to call it, that I picked up in the US. The flight home was unmitigated shit (although V:port yay), and only the fact that we are both signed up to IRIS and were therefore able to go from plane to bags to minicab to home to bed without passing immigration, and all this in a shade under two hours from touchdown, made me not throw a World Series tantrum.
Wracked with flu-like symptoms my thoughts have turned to the possibility that this is not the cumulative result of a) overexposure to funtimes and or b) snotty nosed brat summer camp kids at the Smithsonian that I have no immunity to, and rather may be something that I picked up in the woods.
I have even been on the Virginia Department of Public Health website looking things up, which probably wasn't a good idea; there's a litany of things I could have.
The annoying thing is that everything I might have conceivably picked up in the woods, from lyme disease to West Nile fever via Eastern equine encephalitis, presents flu-like symptoms. Hell, I could be dying from hantavirus and probably wouldn't know.
Cheerful thought.
The most depressing thing of all is that it's not even hit 90 degrees here, which is a temperature I was comfortably exceeding in DC day after day simply because of the ready availability of air conditioning. All I have here are a fan, some windows, and fewer clothes, and this bloody flat-that-will-not-cool-down is not helping matters.
Meanwhile, I'm still not entirely better from the bug, or whatever you want to call it, that I picked up in the US. The flight home was unmitigated shit (although V:port yay), and only the fact that we are both signed up to IRIS and were therefore able to go from plane to bags to minicab to home to bed without passing immigration, and all this in a shade under two hours from touchdown, made me not throw a World Series tantrum.
Wracked with flu-like symptoms my thoughts have turned to the possibility that this is not the cumulative result of a) overexposure to funtimes and or b) snotty nosed brat summer camp kids at the Smithsonian that I have no immunity to, and rather may be something that I picked up in the woods.
I have even been on the Virginia Department of Public Health website looking things up, which probably wasn't a good idea; there's a litany of things I could have.
The annoying thing is that everything I might have conceivably picked up in the woods, from lyme disease to West Nile fever via Eastern equine encephalitis, presents flu-like symptoms. Hell, I could be dying from hantavirus and probably wouldn't know.
Cheerful thought.
