You get sick. I mean, literally. You’re sitting in stuffy screening rooms with the same people for six, seven, eight hours a day, breathing in all their germs, while at the same time you’re not eating right and surviving mostly on caffeine.
I’ve caught the LFF lurge. My fourth London Film Festival, and this is the first time I’ve caught whatever disgusting bug is inevitably going around. I think that means I’ve finally assimilated to English germs. Or I’ve lost whatever foreign-cultivated immunity I had. Or something.
Anyway, I had intended today to be a full day of writing reviews of the LFF flicks I’ve seen so far. And it has ended up being a day of trying to get over the lurge. My head is so foggy that I can’t concentrate to write anything.
Blech.
Hope you feel better soon.
Oh no! Hot water with lemon?
Yuck.
Well, it can be ok with lots of sugar or honey…
Fluids, anyhow.
I drink it even when I’m not sick. Sometimes I skip the lemon and double down on the honey. It’s a cheap form of therapy.
Oh, I am about to float away…
Hope you feel better soon.
A traditional hot toddy is whisky, lemon and honey in hot water.
Get well soon, and remember it could be worse: there are people who went to LonCon who appear to have contracted whooping-cough!
Seriously? I hadn’t heard.
Langford mentions it in the latest Ansible (.co.uk, British SF fandom newsletter).
An apparently little-known-to-the-broader-population fact is that the whooping cough vaccine isn’t for life. I didn’t know that until some time in the 90’s when I got the disease.