Everybody knows that when you go on vacation, you aren’t supposed to get sick. Well, almost everyone knows that. It seems that Shaun didn’t get the message. Late yesterday afternoon, he started feeling a little under the weather. He thought that maybe his allergies were acting up as we had been doing a lot of driving with the top down on my Jeep. (Yes, I managed to get a little sunburn) When morning came, he was simply miserable. He was running a fever and aching all over. Our best guess is that he had the flu.
At Shaun’s insistence, KT and I went off by ourselves to explore Portland. (and find some medication for him) We enjoyed ourselves, but didn’t really let ourselves see everything we wanted to. We were certain that Shaun would start feeling better at any moment and kept coming back to our room every couple of hours to check on him. Sadly, he still doesn’t feel well.
One of the bad things about being sick in a hotel room (aside from the obvious of feeling miserable) is that when you put out the “do not disturb” sign, there is no maid service. An un-vacuumed floor or rumbled bed is something I can handle with ease. (Although to be honest, I’m not real thrilled with the crumpled up, nasty used tissues all over the floor) However, if you happen to run out of something, such as…oh…coffee grounds, or Kleenex, or even toilet paper (because somebody used all the Kleenex) you are pretty much out of luck. From my point of view, this is a really bad thing, especially if you plan on using the restroom at all.
I knew that I could call down for supplies, but it didn’t seem right for me to expose anyone else to the germs running amuck in our room. As KT had already gotten into her night clothes and Shaun was nearly comatose, it seemed as though it was up to me to restock. So armed with the empty Kleenex box, I made my way downstairs to the front desk. The clerk was very sympathetic as I explained her why I needed to stock up on supplies.
Loaded down with more coffee grounds (can you tell what’s most important to me?), a box of Kleenex. a couple rolls of toilet paper and some flyers I found in the lobby, I managed to push the button on the elevator. As the doors slid open I nearly collided with the star and the director/writer of the Indie film we watched yesterday. Under normal circumstances, I’d like to think that I would have told them how much I enjoyed the film and how much I got out of it. Somehow though, chatting while holding a few rolls of paper simply didn’t seem right. I’d prefer to bump into interesting people without having may arms full of such supplies. Personally, I’m hoping to run into Randolph Mantooth, who was also in the movie tomorrow. I had a major crush on him when I was young and am pleased to say that he’s still he’s just as yummy as when he played Johnny Gage on Emergency!
I’m guessing that Shaun’s not going to feel much better tomorrow and will hole up in our room again. This time I’ve got a plan. I’m going to shove Shaun under the bed for a little while so that the maid can do her magic…which includes making sure we have plenty of those basic necessities.