So despite saying Doctor No. 1 had put her on antibiotics, a desperately spinning Spider Donkey now says oh no no no, she simply CALLED her doctor in Chicago the other night, who told her she SHOULD go on antibiotics. And without having examined her, apparently, banned her from boarding an international flight. Sure he did. Although now she claims SHE doesn’t think she should fly internationally; she’s dropped any reference to any doctor telling her that.
And then she flew to
San Francisco Los Angeles, went to another doctor, and that doctor actually prescribed the antibiotics. And then, because she is so very ill, she went on a hike, went for a massage, and checked into a hotel and “isolated” herself from her friends — IE, not giving anyone any opportunity to see that her only illnesses are Billowphobia and Liar-itis. She is now busy trying to horn in on a girl’s night of “tech women” and finding pink things to wear to Burning Man. Which is what this is all about, Type-A haters. There’s no way this chick is missing the Potential Moneybagged Husband Festival that she laughably believes Burning Man to be. She needs days to find the perfect cheap slutty costumes, and flying to Paris with Billow didn’t allow her to do that.
Read this if you must — it’s written for us anyway.
A few updates …
So last weekend I was in Napa speaking at Tim Ferriss’ OTR conference, which was such an incredible experience I neglected to sleep much of the time. Awesome, except … I got myself sick. I called my doctor back in Chicago, listed my symptoms, and got a recommendation to go on antibiotics. I’m not a huge fan of them, so after flying to LA yesterday I headed to my doctor here. She checked me out and agreed, so I started a Z-pak today. Yay. I’m not contagious, but I don’t think it’s a good plan to fly internationally – which means no Paris trip for my friend Natasha’s birthday at the chateau. I’m very disappointed, to say the least.
As it stands, I’ve been doing everything possible to get myself better. Vitamin B shot in my BUTT this morning (um, it hurts like a B!), hiked in Runyon this afternoon, got a massage tonight, slept 14 hours last night, plan to sleep another 12 tonight.
I banned myself from my friends – just focusing on getting well, and am staying at the new hotel called Mr. C’s in Beverly Hills. I’ll probably remain in LA for the next few days just trying to get myself back to normal. (I’m speaking at a conference tomorrow, as well.)
Lesson learned: don’t burn candle at both ends!
Oh yeah … and I’m going to Burning Man on Wednesday. So I have to be 100% by then!! My doctor said I would be fine by Saturday, so … I’m giving it an extra few days just in case. Which is good, as I have Social Studies columns to write, plus a lot of crazy pink costumes to purchase!