Where’d the week go?
A whole week has passed with nary a word from me. After my uncle’s death I was feeling a little low and uninspired to write much. By the weekend I got caught up in some other stuff:
- THURSDAY - Almost my entire day went to pan. First the lunch hour concert, which didn’t go too badly, then preps for the “after-party” to be held after rehearsal, then the after-party itself which had me leaving the panyard after 4am. Fun times.
- FRIDAY - My ever-present Mas Camp posse was in attendance as Machel, Faye-Ann, Patrice, and Iwer did their thing. The night was hot and steamy (even before we started dancing) so we were all soaked by the end of the night. The performances were great, definitely worth my $1000.
- SATURDAY - Friday night sent a muscle under my shoulder blade into spasm. By time we were heading home after the party I couldn’t turn my head in either direction nor lift my arms. The theory is I injured it mildly on Thursday when packing and unpacking trucks. So I spent all day resting it and doping myself with painkillers.
- SUNDAY - Dragged myself out to a performance at the Roti Festival. It went ok but by the end of the day I felt like crap. The shoulder was fine but the sore throat which had plagued me since Wednesday was still there plus I felt stuffy, headachey etc.
- MONDAY/TUESDAY - Got up Monday morning with a cough. Not your usual dry irritating cough but one of my heavy chest coughs that sound like my lungs are nearing expulsion. So here we go on the antibiotics plus the cough syrup (designed to make me cough more rather than less).
- WEDNESDAY - Headed out to my uncle’s funeral this morning. It went well, if one can say that for a funeral. No major hitches, lovely tributes. Had to cry when my cousin, my big cousin, started his by saying “I miss my Daddy”. I was more than a little irritated when after the service people were walking on and sitting on tombs and graves in order to get a “good view” of the interrment of my uncle’s ashes. The irony doesn’t seem to strike them that they are trampling on someone’s loved one.
So here we are, Thursday morning again. I am still sick more or less. The cough is likely to hang around for the rest of this week. I should be able to get out today so long as it doesn’t rain. If I am stuck here, well I guess I will have to find more stuff to write. 
Right now I am feeling kindarestless...
