Yeah, what's up, Mr. Girl, DJ and I. What's going on?

Back in New York, all things considered it took about two weeks to get over the flu.

And I haven't been sick in a really long time, so I was confused when you haven't been

sick in a really long time. You get more scared of being sick than the actual sickness

is shitty, if that makes sense. I didn't realize that I was living with this dread that

I might get a sore throat or I might get a runny nose. It's really nothing to fear, but

when it hasn't happened in a really long time, start to remember it different. Sometimes

much better, sometimes much worse. So for the first couple of days, I ignored it. Trust

me, there's a point here. There's a larger metaphor here. I'm sure you already get this,

but just for those who are new, it just sounds like I'm rambling. I'm not really rambling,

but I am, but I'm not. I'll get there. We'll get there. For the first week or so, I ignored

it because my kid had it. And so, I don't know if it's adrenaline or a cocktail of whatever

hormones are released in you when you see your child in a state where they need help, but

I was able for a week to just push through and kind of ignore the fact that it was happening.

I didn't even feel tired. I didn't feel sick. I realized that I couldn't stop drinking

tea because the moment I stopped drinking tea, it was like all the symptoms would hit

me all at once. But as long as I was keeping myself drunk on hot water with lemon and

honey and Earl Grey tea, I was really fine. Got a lot done. To the point where I shudder

now at the thought of packing up the house in Denmark, if I had let myself be sick, I don't

know how that would have gone. And maybe that sounds a little dramatic, but when you're on a deadline,

you got a lease and you got to move. And every three months, you're kind of packing up your circus

wagon. And you happen to have ADD. That's a mix. That's a symphony of chaos. That can be

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