The NyQuil Weekend

We took the day off, reserved the rental car, packed the ski pants, and even MapQuested the route. But alas, it was not to be. You’ll recall that Abbi and I were planning on spending the weekend in Vermont with Chris and Meg Abad. We were going to ski by day,...

Stress Rx

It’s amazing how many lotions, ointments, and treatments are required for what ails me. You may recall last summer’s cardiology issue: the chest pains, the stress test. Well, this summer, work, wedding, marathon and documentary stress has manifested itself...

Shiver (Or, Rx Volume II)

Some forty-six blocks downtown, my colleagues are toasting another banner year at the MTV Holiday Party. I just washed down a fistfull of pills with my third fruit smoothy of the night. There’s nothing lamer than reading blog posts about illness, and how this...

Life In Slow Motion

Today was a little weird, like the morning my jaw was unwired. I was sucker punched by the captain of the football team on the last day of my junior year. I was sixteen-years-old. My jaw was dislocated in both joints and fractured in two places. I spent six weeks with...

Sick Of Myself, Part 3

I’ve woken up to a throat full of cotton balls and thumbtacks every morning for a week now. To say that the sensation of choking on my own tongue is getting old is, well, the understatement of the year. Yes, it’s true, I’m still sick. I’ve have...