When I disembarked from the flight yesterday, we were given to orders over the PA to report to health authorities if we had a fever over 100 degrees. Then as we hit the jetway, we were handed a slick pamphlet about the H1N1 virus with instructions about what to if you've come or are headed to an infected area (is California included? Don't think so). At immigration there were people walking around with surgical masks. I laughed the whole thing off. I'm strong, right? I don't get sick. Hardly ever.
This morning I woke up feeling not so great. A little headache and a minor chest cough. I don't think it's anything. I don't feel warm and Raquel took my temp and I don't have a fever. I chalk it up to a combination of jet lag and wearing myself out on wednesday's long ride.
I drank some OJ, some coconut water, ate some toast and took a couple Ibuprofens and feel better, just a little fatigued.
The sun is shining here. Time to make some hay.
Tchau.
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