Chuck in a wheelchair

Let's see... what did I do Friday night? See the North American premier of A Prairie Home Companion? Nope. Go to any of the many SXSW parties with my videoblogger pals? No.

As you might have seen from my Flickr photo, I was in an Austin hospital with what turned out to be strep throat. This was a huge relief actually, because the doctor seemed kinda obsessed with giving me a spinal tap (!) to check for meningitis.

Anyway, I'll stop whining now. I've got antibiotics and am holed up in Robert's house, and he's just the nicest guy ever. A big-hearted Texan with the oldest pig in the state out in his backyard. Rocketboom has been editing their much-anticipated commercials on my laptop while I've been passed out in the spare bedroom, waiting for this to pass. Amanda's mom is a doctor, and says I should be mostly over it (and no longer contagious) after 24 hours on antibiotics. So tonight... I will emerge. Gently, like a feeble butterfly.

March 11, 2006 at 04:42 PM in Personal Crap | Permalink


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Wheelchair makes a good dolly.

Gell well soon.

Posted by: Steve Garfield at Mar 12, 2006 9:04:29 AM

I know the feeling. I always say never fear the wheelchair.

Posted by: Dooser at Mar 12, 2006 2:28:27 PM

That sucks! Get well soon, man!

Posted by: Karina at Mar 12, 2006 5:22:20 PM

Dude, so glad all is well!

Posted by: Jan at Mar 22, 2006 4:18:57 PM

I never cease to be amazed at how fragile and fleeting life is/can be. Glad to know you've recovered.

Posted by: Randolfe at Mar 31, 2006 12:35:48 PM