{"id":832,"date":"2007-03-19T12:14:47","date_gmt":"2007-03-19T16:14:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/2007\/03\/19\/from-the-ashes\/"},"modified":"2007-03-19T13:28:49","modified_gmt":"2007-03-19T17:28:49","slug":"from-the-ashes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/2007\/03\/19\/from-the-ashes\/","title":{"rendered":"From The Ashes&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/wp-content\/images\/2007\/03\/flu.jpg\" width=\"250\" height=\"253\" alt=\"What A Cold\" title=\"What A Cold\" class=\"aligncenter\"\/><\/p>\n<p>There was a time in my life where if I &#8220;disappeared&#8221; off the Internet for two weeks, from my birthday through St. Patrick&#8217;s Day, it would have meant that I was on some sort of mad road trip across North America, having adventures and probably breaking a law or two.<\/p>\n<p>Not so this year.<\/p>\n<p>While I did ring in my birthday with a bit of a wild carouse, which I may say more about later, what followed was a 36-hour return from Australia during which I could feel a cold settling over me. My sinuses were quite clogged by the time I reached Singapore, which meant landing was pretty painful. I spent the entire stopover in the Singapore airport unable to hear anything, since my ears did not equalize in pressure&#8211;I couldn&#8217;t hear again until the plane took off for London. My experience in Heathrow was similar. By the time I got home I was well and truly sick, congested, coughing, and all around delightful in mood.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/wp-content\/images\/2007\/03\/sleep.jpg\" width=\"237\" height=\"203\" alt=\"Sleep\" title=\"Narcoleptics Don't Sleep This Much\" class=\"alignright\"\/>Naturally, I pretty immediately fell asleep on getting home&#8211;36 hours travelling, no caffeine<footnote>I am normally highly caffeinated, but for long plane trips I try to avoid anything that dehydrates me&#8211;no booze, no caffeine. In theory this should also help me sleep on the long flights, but that never actually seems to happen.<\/footnote>, jet lag, and sickness.<\/p>\n<p>What surprised me, though, is that I essentially then slept for the next two weeks.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/wp-content\/images\/2007\/03\/drugs.jpg\" width=\"178\" height=\"113\" alt=\"Pseudoephedrine, My new best friend\" title=\"Pseudoephedrine, My new best friend\" class=\"alignleft\"\/>Well, OK, not for the whole two weeks, but for a disturbing portion of that time: I had twelve consecutive days there where I was not awake for more than nine hours out of any twenty four. My wife was heard to comment that I hadn&#8217;t actually &#8220;returned&#8221; yet, as far as she was concerned. I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;ve ever slept like that before. Clearly I was completely out of reserves, and my body needed to more-or-less shutdown while it worked on recovery. And all this while I was continuously taking <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Pseudoephedrine\">a stimulant<\/a>!<\/p>\n<p>Along with the sleeping was a complete mucus attack, and sinus disaster. Oh, and deafness. Once again, when the plane landed in Halifax my ears wouldn&#8217;t &#8220;pop&#8221;, and I had that sensation of pressure and muted sound. I figured it would clear up while I was asleep. But not so. It got worse, and worse, over a couple of days until I actually ended up taking a midnight trip to the emergency room.<\/p>\n<p>To make an already too-long<footnote>Is there anything more boring than reading about someone else being sick? I mean, not fatal illness, or anything, just annoying sickness?<\/footnote> story short I was completely deaf in my right ear for two weeks, with fluctuating levels of impairment in the left, and have only recently regained the ability to hear properly. I know way too much about the behaviour of fluid in my middle ear now, and about the function of the <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Eustachian_tube\">Eustachian tube<\/a> (or <em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.mercksource.com\/pp\/us\/cns\/cns_hl_dorlands.jspzQzpgzEzzSzppdocszSzuszSzcommonzSzdorlandszSzdorlandzSzdmd_t_21zPzhtm#12826987\">tuba auditiva<\/a><\/em>).<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/wp-content\/images\/2007\/03\/ear.jpg\" width=\"303\" height=\"239\" alt=\"Ear Anatomy\" title=\"Ear Anatomy\" class=\"aligncenter\"\/><\/p>\n<p>Along with the deafness and utter lassitude, there was a complete dearth of the creative impulse. Whatever tiny bit of energy I had went into getting me through the work days, resulting in complete enervation in the evenings. I have literally never been this levelled by an illness before&#8211;sure, I&#8217;ve been taken out by serious pain or things that required hospitalization, but never by what amounts to a serious head and chest cold. <\/p>\n<p>Anyway, the consequence is no blogging for a couple of weeks. (And no poker, and no St. Patrick&#8217;s Day celebration<footnote>Although that&#8217;s OK, it&#8217;s been four years now since my last good one, and I get melancholy<\/footnote>, etc.)<\/p>\n<p>I actually still have the vestiges of the cold&#8211;as my dwindling Kleenex supply will attest&#8211;but I can hear again, I seem to be able to survive on a more normal amount of sleep, and I&#8217;m starting to feel more like myself.<\/p>\n<p>So let&#8217;s see if I can get back on this horse.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p class=\"excerpt\">There was a time in my life where if I &#8220;disappeared&#8221; off the Internet for two weeks, from my birthday through St. Patrick&#8217;s Day, it would have meant that I was on some sort of mad road trip across North America, having adventures and probably breaking a law or two. Not so this year. 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