I was somewhere around Aberdeen on the edge of the highlands when the sickness began to take hold. I remember saying something like, "I feel a bit lightheaded ... " And suddenly there was a roar all around me and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the room, which was spinning about a hundred miles an hour and a voice was screaming "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?"
Then it was quiet again. I was face down in the toilet in a puddle of vomit.
All right. So maybe it didn't go down just like that ...But it sure felt like it for a while. I flew 4500 miles to Aberdeen only to get brutally sick after the conference dinner the first night of the Ling&Epist conference and miss the rest of it, including my own talk. (For anyone who happens to be interested, I will post it when I get back to Wyoming. It has actually turned out to be a pretty cool paper, I think.) Man, what a waste.
On the plus side, the fevers and puking stopped before I had to get on the goddamn plane to Vancouver. And having slept most of the preceding day, I was actually on something of a normal schedule when on got back to North America... I've got a couple of days R&R in BC before the conference. Think I'll spend it chilling at the Nitobe Memorial Gardens.