A Minor Setback

Just as all great epics have their conflicts, all protagonists have obstacles they must overcome, all adventurers meet with disappointment, and all heroes face their eventual downfall, so, too, does my tale have a minor setback of sorts. This is to be expected; what I didn´t expect, however, is that it would rear its ugly head so early into my vacation. But fear not, young lads and lasses! Akin to the great odysseus outwitting the cyclops, the brave perseus defeating medusa, or the fearless Hercules beheading the hydra, I also rose up to the challenge in the face of almost certain defeat, and today I stand triumphant. That´s right -- the hero of this tale has indeed recovered, the beast has been bested, and the epic shall continue.

The setback to which I refer is merely a bit or bout (your choice) of sickness that I ran into over the weekend. Or, rather, it ran into me...you know...like a truck. I woke up Saturday with a fever, nausea, stomach ache, and the worst headache of my life. By sunday I was feeling a bit better, my fever and headache had subsided, but my stomach was killing me. To make a long story short, I spent all of Saturday and Sunday holed up in my cabana. I went to town a bit on Monday -- where I also saw a doctor, since my stomach was still bothering me -- but I mostly just relaxed instead of going into the hospital with the others. All in all, it wasn´t much fun, but it was honestly probably the best time for me to get sick -- far better than during some of the weeks to come, when the adventure will really start to take off (just wait). My companions were actually feeling pretty lazy on Saturday, so they decided to skip clinic that day (it was only going to be a half-day anyway). Sunday was supposed to be a free day during which we would go for a hike and possibly go rafting, but it actually ended up raining a bunch. They still went on the hike and had fun, but I definitely don´t feel like I missed out too much. Overall, I´m just glad to be back on my feet, triumphant -- sword and shield in hand, with the head of this nasty beast adorning my mantel in decoration, its blood staining my boots, its bones comprising my throne, and its loins gracing my dining room table for tonight´s feast. And what a feast it will be! ...Now that I can actually stomach food again.