When I wasn't shaking from imaginary fever, or blowing imaginary beachballs out of my nose, I was coughing up balls of this....imaginary bloody phlegm. This is a tame photo compared to the piles that were accumulating in the small vestibule of the tent. Just the mere fact that I stopped to take a picture of this is a small indication that I was feeling well at that particular moment. Those moments never lasted long. I leave for work tomorrow and believe that out of 21 days off I was pretty sick for 16 days. The worst of those days were in Denali. Trust me when I tell you this: there is nothing worse than being 20 miles from your truck on a winter camping trip when you are this sick. It sucks.14 March 2010
Parts of My Lung
When I wasn't shaking from imaginary fever, or blowing imaginary beachballs out of my nose, I was coughing up balls of this....imaginary bloody phlegm. This is a tame photo compared to the piles that were accumulating in the small vestibule of the tent. Just the mere fact that I stopped to take a picture of this is a small indication that I was feeling well at that particular moment. Those moments never lasted long. I leave for work tomorrow and believe that out of 21 days off I was pretty sick for 16 days. The worst of those days were in Denali. Trust me when I tell you this: there is nothing worse than being 20 miles from your truck on a winter camping trip when you are this sick. It sucks.
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