I spent Friday night and all day Saturday recuperating from the typhoid shot. It literally knocked me out. I went to sleep in the early evening on Friday after hiking in the hills by Dodger Stadium with Erika, Tasha, and Kasey. (Notice the band-aid in the picture.)
When I got in, I just thought I was just going to take a nap and then go out later, but that was not the case. And then on Saturday I was in no better shape, just very weak and exhausted. It was all I could do to get up and find something to eat in the kitchen. I slept off and on. When I was awake I was just laying there like a limp rag doll and when I was asleep it was the kind of induced stupor that would require nothing short of major demolition to rouse me. I missed Tina's Cinco de Mayo get-together and invitations to watch the boxing match Saturday night. (Sorry folks but at least it's not like I chose another event over yours.) Luckily, I felt better by Sunday and I was able to carry on with my plans to join Erika and Tasha at our second annual jaunt to the Carlsbad Street Fair. I'm glad the typhoid experience is over. I have limited time before I leave for Mali and I want to make the most of it.
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