Down and Out

What I neglected to mention in my final NY post was that after our delightful Thai dinner, I came down with a serious case of the chills. Despite wearing all my clothes and my puffy coat under all my blankets in bed, I was still cold. I was definitely coming down with something.

Unfortunately the next morning was a travel day, so not much was to be done about it. So I made my way to Chinatown to the Fung Wah bus terminal to catch a $15, 4 hour ride to Boston. Then it was only a subway ride, a bus transfer and a one block walk until I checked into my hostel.

And I've pretty much been in bed ever since. Yesterday (when I arrived) was pretty much a horrible night (alternating between sweats and chills in random fits of sleep), but waking up this morning has been much better. I had saved my last dose of cold medicine for the morning so that I would have a glimmer of hope of surviving outdoors (did I mention it snowed 8 inches last night?). Fortunately for me, that plan worked out and the meds have been helping significantly (and I made it to the store and back, no problem). Unfortunately, I burned through a whole day here and haven't seen or done anything yet. Fortunately my dad set me up with another contact and he has generously offered to take the day off work to show me what is so awesome about Boston.

So tomorrow should be a good day.