I don't know how I did it, as I was in physical agony, but I did still get to go to see John Cleese at UCSB Thursday evening with
dburr :)
Our friend
happypickle was there, too, but I didn't drive him to or from the event. He and I both agreed I may as well not get in close, limited air-flow proximity (like in the car) to people who haven't already been exposed to whatever I am sick with, at least until I know what I've got...
My mom had driven me to Santa Barbara from my LA doctor's appt., but I still needed to do the 75 mile drive back home, and I was having trouble breathing, walking, and even just sitting. I was in a nightmare of joint pain, muscle pain, head pain, eye pain, fingertip and toe pain, shallow breathing, cough, chills, fever, dizziness, weakness, nausea...really in hell. Isn't my karma bill paid off YET??
But anyway, I couldn't let dburr miss John Cleese. Dburr had even prepaid for the tickets. Not to mention I didn't want to miss seeing John Cleese myself!
(for the extremely young and clueless:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Cleese)
The event was structured; he spoke for about twenty minutes, then we all saw the film "Monty Python and the Holy Grail", and then he spoke again and took some questions. He was amazing. Along with the rest of the audience, I laughed hard enough to probably even burn some calories (I live in hope of this, anyway).
I felt a bit bad about having to get out of my seat right after the movie, go stand near the closest wall, having him stare in my direction at least once, and yet not be able to ask a question or probably even have a pleasant expression on my face!
But I really enjoyed him. He was hilarious as always, and also shared some of his very interesting observations on life. I just had to get up, to stretch one leg that was in spasmodic pain, so that I would not make a spectacle of myself by screaming!
As it was, when we had first entered the lecture hall to go to our seats, and I could walk only EXTREMELY slowly, I was gasping for breath and some of the staffers ran to get me water and physically helped me to my seat and kept asking if I needed them to call 911! Drama, sigh. I am so tired of medical drama. (But I needed and appreciated the help. And probably should have gone with the 911, but that would not have been any fun at all).
Now for what I remember of what John Cleese said and did, and what photos I was able to find of him on the net (since my hands unfortunately hurt too much to use my digital camera that evening), if you want to read about it:
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