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The Black Death
Okay, well maybe it's not The Plague, but I caught *something* out there
in the woods! My trip to Nashville ended with a trip home a day early and
laying in bed sick for a week and a half, getting up everyday and wondering
if it was time to go to the hospital. I guess I should start from the
beginning.
I went out to Victor Wooten's third BNC Reunion Camp and my trip started
off on the wrong foot before I even got to Nashville. American Airlines
actually had a plane for us, but when it was time to board they told us "We
have good news, and bad news" and our crew arrived in Portland a good half
hour after we were supposed to depart. So I got to Dallas after the last
plane to Nashville was already gone. Thankfully the good people at American
look out for their customers, so they gave me a voucher for Motel 6 and told
me to go outside and wait for a shuttle. No luggage, no jacket, just me and
my walkman and a slip of paper. The shuttle didn't show and a nice woman
used her cell phone 3 times to demand they come help me before they actually
sent a shuttle to pick me up.
I got to the hotel to find the lobby crammed full of other American
flyers and it took forever to get to my room. I found out that the only
place to eat was a 15 minute walk "just go down to the highway and follow it
right until you see the sign" So my first night from home was spent
wandering around at 1 AM in the cold with no jacket or clothes or even a
freakin' hairbrush looking for a burger stand.
Oh I should add that American is so good, they only charged me EIGHTY
freakin' dollars to fly with my $10 Goodwill sleeping bag because they
decided it was too big.
Anyway the next morning I caught the first plane to Nashville, met some
other bass players at the airport, and we all caught the afternoon shuttle
out to the state park. Victor was still on tour for the first night so the
day was pretty relaxed; I set up my nice new tent and hunted down old
friends. Steve Bailey ran things that first day, and we also had Chuck
Rainey and Mike Pope there as teachers for the week.
The next day was cold as hell and I quickly discovered that my tent is
slightly warmer than my freezer. Victor, Anthony, Dave and the gang all
showed up on the tour bus in the morning after we took a traditional
blindfolded stalk through the woods. We got into the routine of classes and
all and that night Vic brought the whole band in to perform their show for
us.
That night was so cold I couldn't sleep, I'd doze and then wake up
asking myself "What the hell are you doing out here?!" The cabins are not
heated either, in fact the only heat we had was a fireplace in the main
hall. My routine became to wear as much stuff as I could at all times,
along with gloves and a cap, and try to keep my fingertips from going numb
on the walk from one class to another. I played bass one time during the
second day in a class, and otherwise I didn't even try.
Half way through the week the sun came out and things started to warm up
but the nights were still freezing, I couldn't sleep and woke up one morning
to ice covering my little tent. At this point I started to catch the "cold"
(Captain Tripps). It started with a sore throat and then a cough that never
ends.
During the entire camp I played my bass 4 times in classes and 1 time on
the last day when Victor asked me to try an exercise (which, of course, I
couldn't do). I got so sick that I started to lose my voice and considered
coming home early but there was no room on the airport shuttle for me.
So we went out to Victor's new property for the Wooten Woods Weekend.
He has a huge chunk of land way out in the woods and it's just beautiful.
The main building is a barn and there are two cabins on the river (one very
nice with a screened in porch and everything you could want, and one that's
just a shack), there's one cabin near the barn and during the weekend they
built another two-story cabin and a dome building.
When we got out there I was very sick, I decided to set up my tent
upstairs in the barn where everyone was sleeping rather than out in the
grass but my cough was so bad that I couldn't sleep. During the day I tried
to get involved and I helped tear down some old wire fences and carry big
heavy logs around, pull up stakes and that sort of thing but I had very
little energy. My voice was going, my cough was getting worse, and I just
felt miserable. We got out our basses one night and I jammed with a couple
people in a room in the barn but by that point I was so disconnected from
the bass, all I was feeling was the cold.
I was booked to go home on Sunday but on Saturday morning I got up and I
knew it was time to get home before this became something serious. I got
someone to drive me to town to get some juice and cough syrup and then
packed my things and started looking for a ride to the airport. It took all
day but finally I found someone to ride with and got to the airport that
afternoon. American told me that they'd only charge me $100 to move my
flight up a day, even though the new plane was less than half full. I left
my sleeping bag and pillow back at Vic's place to avoid another $80 fee.
When we took off I started to feel something odd in my head that quickly
developed into terrible, searing pain in both my ears. When we landed in
Dallas for the layover I couldn't hear anything in my right ear and about
50% in my left. I also lost my voice, was exhausted beyond belief, and had
no control over my cough at all. I bought some lunch in the airport and the
people at the counter couldn't even understand me.
The flight to Portland was very long and at first my ears started to
feel better and I dozed off. Then I woke up and it felt like someone was
jamming a red-hot rusty screwdriver in and out of both ears. When we landed
my hearing was completely shot.
It's been a week and a half since I got home and I am still sick as a
dog. My ears are somewhat better but every day one or the other sounds like
it's full of cotton and overall my hearing is still not good. My throat is
sore, my voice is kind of raspy, and this cough is killing me. Thanks to
American's crazy "bonus" fees I'm short on cash so I haven't seen a doctor,
I've just been living on 'Wal-Tussin'
There were some good times out there; Esperanza Spalding came out and
completely blew our minds. She sang and played with Mike Pope and had
people get up to play with her, it was incredible and she gave us all a lot
to think about. We also met a guy named Eustace Conway, who lives out in
the woods and doesn't mess around with electricity or running water or stuff
like that. He was very intense and told some crazy stories about the woods,
including a bunch of tales of encounters with bears!
So all in all I mostly sat on the sidelines watching all the 16 year
olds slap the heck out of their basses. The few times I did play weren't
pretty and I didn't even touch my bass for a week after I got home, and only
then because I had to teach. I have a fill in gig on Thursday so I suppose
I'll have to remember how to play, but right now I'm more concerned with not
coughing up my lungs.
I did get some decent photos out there, even if I wasn't playing in any
of them. I'll try to put them online sometime soon. I better get some
sleep, it's going to be a long week and I'm still damn sick.
-Jonathan
Okay, well maybe it's not The Plague, but I caught *something* out there
in the woods! My trip to Nashville ended with a trip home a day early and
laying in bed sick for a week and a half, getting up everyday and wondering
if it was time to go to the hospital. I guess I should start from the
beginning.
I went out to Victor Wooten's third BNC Reunion Camp and my trip started
off on the wrong foot before I even got to Nashville. American Airlines
actually had a plane for us, but when it was time to board they told us "We
have good news, and bad news" and our crew arrived in Portland a good half
hour after we were supposed to depart. So I got to Dallas after the last
plane to Nashville was already gone. Thankfully the good people at American
look out for their customers, so they gave me a voucher for Motel 6 and told
me to go outside and wait for a shuttle. No luggage, no jacket, just me and
my walkman and a slip of paper. The shuttle didn't show and a nice woman
used her cell phone 3 times to demand they come help me before they actually
sent a shuttle to pick me up.
I got to the hotel to find the lobby crammed full of other American
flyers and it took forever to get to my room. I found out that the only
place to eat was a 15 minute walk "just go down to the highway and follow it
right until you see the sign" So my first night from home was spent
wandering around at 1 AM in the cold with no jacket or clothes or even a
freakin' hairbrush looking for a burger stand.
Oh I should add that American is so good, they only charged me EIGHTY
freakin' dollars to fly with my $10 Goodwill sleeping bag because they
decided it was too big.
Anyway the next morning I caught the first plane to Nashville, met some
other bass players at the airport, and we all caught the afternoon shuttle
out to the state park. Victor was still on tour for the first night so the
day was pretty relaxed; I set up my nice new tent and hunted down old
friends. Steve Bailey ran things that first day, and we also had Chuck
Rainey and Mike Pope there as teachers for the week.
The next day was cold as hell and I quickly discovered that my tent is
slightly warmer than my freezer. Victor, Anthony, Dave and the gang all
showed up on the tour bus in the morning after we took a traditional
blindfolded stalk through the woods. We got into the routine of classes and
all and that night Vic brought the whole band in to perform their show for
us.
That night was so cold I couldn't sleep, I'd doze and then wake up
asking myself "What the hell are you doing out here?!" The cabins are not
heated either, in fact the only heat we had was a fireplace in the main
hall. My routine became to wear as much stuff as I could at all times,
along with gloves and a cap, and try to keep my fingertips from going numb
on the walk from one class to another. I played bass one time during the
second day in a class, and otherwise I didn't even try.
Half way through the week the sun came out and things started to warm up
but the nights were still freezing, I couldn't sleep and woke up one morning
to ice covering my little tent. At this point I started to catch the "cold"
(Captain Tripps). It started with a sore throat and then a cough that never
ends.
During the entire camp I played my bass 4 times in classes and 1 time on
the last day when Victor asked me to try an exercise (which, of course, I
couldn't do). I got so sick that I started to lose my voice and considered
coming home early but there was no room on the airport shuttle for me.
So we went out to Victor's new property for the Wooten Woods Weekend.
He has a huge chunk of land way out in the woods and it's just beautiful.
The main building is a barn and there are two cabins on the river (one very
nice with a screened in porch and everything you could want, and one that's
just a shack), there's one cabin near the barn and during the weekend they
built another two-story cabin and a dome building.
When we got out there I was very sick, I decided to set up my tent
upstairs in the barn where everyone was sleeping rather than out in the
grass but my cough was so bad that I couldn't sleep. During the day I tried
to get involved and I helped tear down some old wire fences and carry big
heavy logs around, pull up stakes and that sort of thing but I had very
little energy. My voice was going, my cough was getting worse, and I just
felt miserable. We got out our basses one night and I jammed with a couple
people in a room in the barn but by that point I was so disconnected from
the bass, all I was feeling was the cold.
I was booked to go home on Sunday but on Saturday morning I got up and I
knew it was time to get home before this became something serious. I got
someone to drive me to town to get some juice and cough syrup and then
packed my things and started looking for a ride to the airport. It took all
day but finally I found someone to ride with and got to the airport that
afternoon. American told me that they'd only charge me $100 to move my
flight up a day, even though the new plane was less than half full. I left
my sleeping bag and pillow back at Vic's place to avoid another $80 fee.
When we took off I started to feel something odd in my head that quickly
developed into terrible, searing pain in both my ears. When we landed in
Dallas for the layover I couldn't hear anything in my right ear and about
50% in my left. I also lost my voice, was exhausted beyond belief, and had
no control over my cough at all. I bought some lunch in the airport and the
people at the counter couldn't even understand me.
The flight to Portland was very long and at first my ears started to
feel better and I dozed off. Then I woke up and it felt like someone was
jamming a red-hot rusty screwdriver in and out of both ears. When we landed
my hearing was completely shot.
It's been a week and a half since I got home and I am still sick as a
dog. My ears are somewhat better but every day one or the other sounds like
it's full of cotton and overall my hearing is still not good. My throat is
sore, my voice is kind of raspy, and this cough is killing me. Thanks to
American's crazy "bonus" fees I'm short on cash so I haven't seen a doctor,
I've just been living on 'Wal-Tussin'
There were some good times out there; Esperanza Spalding came out and
completely blew our minds. She sang and played with Mike Pope and had
people get up to play with her, it was incredible and she gave us all a lot
to think about. We also met a guy named Eustace Conway, who lives out in
the woods and doesn't mess around with electricity or running water or stuff
like that. He was very intense and told some crazy stories about the woods,
including a bunch of tales of encounters with bears!
So all in all I mostly sat on the sidelines watching all the 16 year
olds slap the heck out of their basses. The few times I did play weren't
pretty and I didn't even touch my bass for a week after I got home, and only
then because I had to teach. I have a fill in gig on Thursday so I suppose
I'll have to remember how to play, but right now I'm more concerned with not
coughing up my lungs.
I did get some decent photos out there, even if I wasn't playing in any
of them. I'll try to put them online sometime soon. I better get some
sleep, it's going to be a long week and I'm still damn sick.
-Jonathan
Re: The Black Death
On Apr 30, 3:04 am, "Jonathan" <jonat...@kelloggcreek . com NOSPAM>
wrote:
> Okay, well maybe it's not The Plague, but I caught *something* out=
there
> in the woods! My trip to Nashville ended with a trip home a day early a=
nd
> laying in bed sick for a week and a half, getting up everyday and wonderin=
g
> if it was time to go to the hospital.
We have stuff kinda like that in Austin. Loosely sometimes referred to
as "Cedar Fever". Mold, oak counts go way up. You get sick as a dog,
but no temp-- otherwise, like bad flu. Muscle aches galore, so forth.
I've gotten a lot of help from saline solution, up the nose in vast
and frequent quantities.
Here it's CVS drugstore, they sell two-packs of 1.5 oz. spray bottles
for $5.
One nostril at a time, snork it up real good. Often. Messy/nasty, need
many Kleenex.
Just did the daily dog walk, 1:10 or so, in the Greenbelt, a woodsy
area with a creek through it. Recent rain, ground still wet, allergens
everywhere.
Excuse me while I snork. Ahhh... Works for me. Good luck, that kind
of sick is awful and the conventional docs don't seem to be able to
help much. --D-y
On Apr 30, 3:04 am, "Jonathan" <jonat...@kelloggcreek . com NOSPAM>
wrote:
> Okay, well maybe it's not The Plague, but I caught *something* out=
there
> in the woods! My trip to Nashville ended with a trip home a day early a=
nd
> laying in bed sick for a week and a half, getting up everyday and wonderin=
g
> if it was time to go to the hospital.
We have stuff kinda like that in Austin. Loosely sometimes referred to
as "Cedar Fever". Mold, oak counts go way up. You get sick as a dog,
but no temp-- otherwise, like bad flu. Muscle aches galore, so forth.
I've gotten a lot of help from saline solution, up the nose in vast
and frequent quantities.
Here it's CVS drugstore, they sell two-packs of 1.5 oz. spray bottles
for $5.
One nostril at a time, snork it up real good. Often. Messy/nasty, need
many Kleenex.
Just did the daily dog walk, 1:10 or so, in the Greenbelt, a woodsy
area with a creek through it. Recent rain, ground still wet, allergens
everywhere.
Excuse me while I snork. Ahhh... Works for me. Good luck, that kind
of sick is awful and the conventional docs don't seem to be able to
help much. --D-y
Re: The Black Death
> I better get some sleep, it's going to be a long week and I'm still damn sick.
> -Jonathan
Yow. Sorry to hear all that. I can sympathize. Some of the longest
nights I've ever spent were in tents out in the cold. They're a snap if
you've got the right sleeping bag, if not, you're gonna die. One night
in Glacier Park I'll always remember vividly, got down below freezing,
but it was June and I hadn't brought a winter bag. Wind blew hard all
night, the noise of the tent flapping would have kept me awake no matter
what the temperature. I put on every piece of clothing I had, and still
shivered all night. Just miserable.
I also flew from Milwaukee to Fort Lauderdale with a bad head cold once,
and I know exactly the pain you're describing. Lost my hearing for a
few days, the doc gave me a nuclear-powered decongestant that made me
hallucinate.
Some day, you'll look back on all this and have to laugh...
> I better get some sleep, it's going to be a long week and I'm still damn sick.
> -Jonathan
Yow. Sorry to hear all that. I can sympathize. Some of the longest
nights I've ever spent were in tents out in the cold. They're a snap if
you've got the right sleeping bag, if not, you're gonna die. One night
in Glacier Park I'll always remember vividly, got down below freezing,
but it was June and I hadn't brought a winter bag. Wind blew hard all
night, the noise of the tent flapping would have kept me awake no matter
what the temperature. I put on every piece of clothing I had, and still
shivered all night. Just miserable.
I also flew from Milwaukee to Fort Lauderdale with a bad head cold once,
and I know exactly the pain you're describing. Lost my hearing for a
few days, the doc gave me a nuclear-powered decongestant that made me
hallucinate.
Some day, you'll look back on all this and have to laugh...
Re: The Black Death
On Apr 30, 4:04 am, "Jonathan" <jonat...@kelloggcreek . com NOSPAM>
wrote:
> Okay, well maybe it's not The Plague, but I caught *something* out=
there
> in the woods! My trip to Nashville ended with a trip home a day early a=
nd
> laying in bed sick for a week and a half, getting up everyday and wonderin=
g
> if it was time to go to the hospital. I guess I should start from the
> beginning.
> I went out to Victor Wooten's third BNC Reunion Camp and my trip s=
tarted
> off on the wrong foot before I even got to Nashville. American Airlines=
> actually had a plane for us, but when it was time to board they told us "W=
e
> have good news, and bad news" and our crew arrived in Portland a good half=
> hour after we were supposed to depart. So I got to Dallas after the las=
t
> plane to Nashville was already gone. Thankfully the good people at Amer=
ican
> look out for their customers, so they gave me a voucher for Motel 6 and to=
ld
> me to go outside and wait for a shuttle. No luggage, no jacket, just me=
and
> my walkman and a slip of paper. The shuttle didn't show and a nice woma=
n
> used her cell phone 3 times to demand they come help me before they actual=
ly
> sent a shuttle to pick me up.
> I got to the hotel to find the lobby crammed full of other America=
n
> flyers and it took forever to get to my room. I found out that the only=
> place to eat was a 15 minute walk "just go down to the highway and follow =
it
> right until you see the sign" So my first night from home was spent
> wandering around at 1 AM in the cold with no jacket or clothes or even a
> freakin' hairbrush looking for a burger stand.
> Oh I should add that American is so good, they only charged me EIG=
HTY
> freakin' dollars to fly with my $10 Goodwill sleeping bag because they
> decided it was too big.
> Anyway the next morning I caught the first plane to Nashville, met=
some
> other bass players at the airport, and we all caught the afternoon shuttle=
> out to the state park. Victor was still on tour for the first night so =
the
> day was pretty relaxed; I set up my nice new tent and hunted down old
> friends. Steve Bailey ran things that first day, and we also had Chuck
> Rainey and Mike Pope there as teachers for the week.
> The next day was cold as hell and I quickly discovered that my ten=
t is
> slightly warmer than my freezer. Victor, Anthony, Dave and the gang all=
> showed up on the tour bus in the morning after we took a traditional
> blindfolded stalk through the woods. We got into the routine of classes=
and
> all and that night Vic brought the whole band in to perform their show for=
> us.
> That night was so cold I couldn't sleep, I'd doze and then wake up=
> asking myself "What the hell are you doing out here?!" The cabins are n=
ot
> heated either, in fact the only heat we had was a fireplace in the main
> hall. My routine became to wear as much stuff as I could at all times,
> along with gloves and a cap, and try to keep my fingertips from going numb=
> on the walk from one class to another. I played bass one time during th=
e
> second day in a class, and otherwise I didn't even try.
> Half way through the week the sun came out and things started to w=
arm up
> but the nights were still freezing, I couldn't sleep and woke up one morni=
ng
> to ice covering my little tent. At this point I started to catch the "c=
old"
> (Captain Tripps). It started with a sore throat and then a cough that n=
ever
> ends.
> During the entire camp I played my bass 4 times in classes and 1 t=
ime on
> the last day when Victor asked me to try an exercise (which, of course, I
> couldn't do). I got so sick that I started to lose my voice and conside=
red
> coming home early but there was no room on the airport shuttle for me.
> So we went out to Victor's new property for the Wooten Woods Weeke=
nd.
> He has a huge chunk of land way out in the woods and it's just beautiful.
> The main building is a barn and there are two cabins on the river (one ver=
y
> nice with a screened in porch and everything you could want, and one that'=
s
> just a shack), there's one cabin near the barn and during the weekend they=
> built another two-story cabin and a dome building.
> When we got out there I was very sick, I decided to set up my tent=
> upstairs in the barn where everyone was sleeping rather than out in the
> grass but my cough was so bad that I couldn't sleep. During the day I t=
ried
> to get involved and I helped tear down some old wire fences and carry big
> heavy logs around, pull up stakes and that sort of thing but I had very
> little energy. My voice was going, my cough was getting worse, and I ju=
st
> felt miserable. We got out our basses one night and I jammed with a cou=
ple
> people in a room in the barn but by that point I was so disconnected from
> the bass, all I was feeling was the cold.
> I was booked to go home on Sunday but on Saturday morning I got up =
and I
> knew it was time to get home before this became something serious. I go=
t
> someone to drive me to town to get some juice and cough syrup and then
> packed my things and started looking for a ride to the airport. It took=
all
> day but finally I found someone to ride with and got to the airport that
> afternoon. American told me that they'd only charge me $100 to move my
> flight up a day, even though the new plane was less than half full. I l=
eft
> my sleeping bag and pillow back at Vic's place to avoid another $80 fee.
> When we took off I started to feel something odd in my head that q=
uickly
> developed into terrible, searing pain in both my ears. When we landed i=
n
> Dallas for the layover I couldn't hear anything in my right ear and about
> 50% in my left. I also lost my voice, was exhausted beyond belief, and =
had
> no control over my cough at all. I bought some lunch in the airport and=
the
> people at the counter couldn't even understand me.
> The flight to Portland was very long and at first my ears started =
to
> feel better and I dozed off. Then I woke up and it felt like someone wa=
s
> jamming a red-hot rusty screwdriver in and out of both ears. When we la=
nded
> my hearing was completely shot.
> It's been a week and a half since I got home and I am still sick a=
s a
> dog. My ears are somewhat better but every day one or the other sounds =
like
> it's full of cotton and overall my hearing is still not good. My throat=
is
> sore, my voice is kind of raspy, and this cough is killing me. Thanks t=
o
> American's crazy "bonus" fees I'm short on cash so I haven't seen a doctor=
,
> I've just been living on 'Wal-Tussin'
> There were some good times out there; Esperanza Spalding came out =
and
> completely blew our minds. She sang and played with Mike Pope and had
> people get up to play with her, it was incredible and she gave us all a lo=
t
> to think about. We also met a guy named Eustace Conway, who lives out i=
n
> the woods and doesn't mess around with electricity or running water or stu=
ff
> like that. He was very intense and told some crazy stories about the wo=
ods,
> including a bunch of tales of encounters with bears!
> So all in all I mostly sat on the sidelines watching all the 16 ye=
ar
> olds slap the heck out of their basses. The few times I did play weren'=
t
> pretty and I didn't even touch my bass for a week after I got home, and on=
ly
> then because I had to teach. I have a fill in gig on Thursday so I supp=
ose
> I'll have to remember how to play, but right now I'm more concerned with n=
ot
> coughing up my lungs.
> I did get some decent photos out there, even if I wasn't playing i=
n any
> of them. I'll try to put them online sometime soon. I better get som=
e
> sleep, it's going to be a long week and I'm still damn sick.
> -Jonathan
Sounds pretty awful.
There's been some major plague around here lately...
My stepson became so sick with tonsillitis that we had to take him to
emergency. He couldn't swallow even water. He ended up on a IV for 3
days. I had a nasty one as well, but nothing compared to that, or
yours.
On Apr 30, 4:04 am, "Jonathan" <jonat...@kelloggcreek . com NOSPAM>
wrote:
> Okay, well maybe it's not The Plague, but I caught *something* out=
there
> in the woods! My trip to Nashville ended with a trip home a day early a=
nd
> laying in bed sick for a week and a half, getting up everyday and wonderin=
g
> if it was time to go to the hospital. I guess I should start from the
> beginning.
> I went out to Victor Wooten's third BNC Reunion Camp and my trip s=
tarted
> off on the wrong foot before I even got to Nashville. American Airlines=
> actually had a plane for us, but when it was time to board they told us "W=
e
> have good news, and bad news" and our crew arrived in Portland a good half=
> hour after we were supposed to depart. So I got to Dallas after the las=
t
> plane to Nashville was already gone. Thankfully the good people at Amer=
ican
> look out for their customers, so they gave me a voucher for Motel 6 and to=
ld
> me to go outside and wait for a shuttle. No luggage, no jacket, just me=
and
> my walkman and a slip of paper. The shuttle didn't show and a nice woma=
n
> used her cell phone 3 times to demand they come help me before they actual=
ly
> sent a shuttle to pick me up.
> I got to the hotel to find the lobby crammed full of other America=
n
> flyers and it took forever to get to my room. I found out that the only=
> place to eat was a 15 minute walk "just go down to the highway and follow =
it
> right until you see the sign" So my first night from home was spent
> wandering around at 1 AM in the cold with no jacket or clothes or even a
> freakin' hairbrush looking for a burger stand.
> Oh I should add that American is so good, they only charged me EIG=
HTY
> freakin' dollars to fly with my $10 Goodwill sleeping bag because they
> decided it was too big.
> Anyway the next morning I caught the first plane to Nashville, met=
some
> other bass players at the airport, and we all caught the afternoon shuttle=
> out to the state park. Victor was still on tour for the first night so =
the
> day was pretty relaxed; I set up my nice new tent and hunted down old
> friends. Steve Bailey ran things that first day, and we also had Chuck
> Rainey and Mike Pope there as teachers for the week.
> The next day was cold as hell and I quickly discovered that my ten=
t is
> slightly warmer than my freezer. Victor, Anthony, Dave and the gang all=
> showed up on the tour bus in the morning after we took a traditional
> blindfolded stalk through the woods. We got into the routine of classes=
and
> all and that night Vic brought the whole band in to perform their show for=
> us.
> That night was so cold I couldn't sleep, I'd doze and then wake up=
> asking myself "What the hell are you doing out here?!" The cabins are n=
ot
> heated either, in fact the only heat we had was a fireplace in the main
> hall. My routine became to wear as much stuff as I could at all times,
> along with gloves and a cap, and try to keep my fingertips from going numb=
> on the walk from one class to another. I played bass one time during th=
e
> second day in a class, and otherwise I didn't even try.
> Half way through the week the sun came out and things started to w=
arm up
> but the nights were still freezing, I couldn't sleep and woke up one morni=
ng
> to ice covering my little tent. At this point I started to catch the "c=
old"
> (Captain Tripps). It started with a sore throat and then a cough that n=
ever
> ends.
> During the entire camp I played my bass 4 times in classes and 1 t=
ime on
> the last day when Victor asked me to try an exercise (which, of course, I
> couldn't do). I got so sick that I started to lose my voice and conside=
red
> coming home early but there was no room on the airport shuttle for me.
> So we went out to Victor's new property for the Wooten Woods Weeke=
nd.
> He has a huge chunk of land way out in the woods and it's just beautiful.
> The main building is a barn and there are two cabins on the river (one ver=
y
> nice with a screened in porch and everything you could want, and one that'=
s
> just a shack), there's one cabin near the barn and during the weekend they=
> built another two-story cabin and a dome building.
> When we got out there I was very sick, I decided to set up my tent=
> upstairs in the barn where everyone was sleeping rather than out in the
> grass but my cough was so bad that I couldn't sleep. During the day I t=
ried
> to get involved and I helped tear down some old wire fences and carry big
> heavy logs around, pull up stakes and that sort of thing but I had very
> little energy. My voice was going, my cough was getting worse, and I ju=
st
> felt miserable. We got out our basses one night and I jammed with a cou=
ple
> people in a room in the barn but by that point I was so disconnected from
> the bass, all I was feeling was the cold.
> I was booked to go home on Sunday but on Saturday morning I got up =
and I
> knew it was time to get home before this became something serious. I go=
t
> someone to drive me to town to get some juice and cough syrup and then
> packed my things and started looking for a ride to the airport. It took=
all
> day but finally I found someone to ride with and got to the airport that
> afternoon. American told me that they'd only charge me $100 to move my
> flight up a day, even though the new plane was less than half full. I l=
eft
> my sleeping bag and pillow back at Vic's place to avoid another $80 fee.
> When we took off I started to feel something odd in my head that q=
uickly
> developed into terrible, searing pain in both my ears. When we landed i=
n
> Dallas for the layover I couldn't hear anything in my right ear and about
> 50% in my left. I also lost my voice, was exhausted beyond belief, and =
had
> no control over my cough at all. I bought some lunch in the airport and=
the
> people at the counter couldn't even understand me.
> The flight to Portland was very long and at first my ears started =
to
> feel better and I dozed off. Then I woke up and it felt like someone wa=
s
> jamming a red-hot rusty screwdriver in and out of both ears. When we la=
nded
> my hearing was completely shot.
> It's been a week and a half since I got home and I am still sick a=
s a
> dog. My ears are somewhat better but every day one or the other sounds =
like
> it's full of cotton and overall my hearing is still not good. My throat=
is
> sore, my voice is kind of raspy, and this cough is killing me. Thanks t=
o
> American's crazy "bonus" fees I'm short on cash so I haven't seen a doctor=
,
> I've just been living on 'Wal-Tussin'
> There were some good times out there; Esperanza Spalding came out =
and
> completely blew our minds. She sang and played with Mike Pope and had
> people get up to play with her, it was incredible and she gave us all a lo=
t
> to think about. We also met a guy named Eustace Conway, who lives out i=
n
> the woods and doesn't mess around with electricity or running water or stu=
ff
> like that. He was very intense and told some crazy stories about the wo=
ods,
> including a bunch of tales of encounters with bears!
> So all in all I mostly sat on the sidelines watching all the 16 ye=
ar
> olds slap the heck out of their basses. The few times I did play weren'=
t
> pretty and I didn't even touch my bass for a week after I got home, and on=
ly
> then because I had to teach. I have a fill in gig on Thursday so I supp=
ose
> I'll have to remember how to play, but right now I'm more concerned with n=
ot
> coughing up my lungs.
> I did get some decent photos out there, even if I wasn't playing i=
n any
> of them. I'll try to put them online sometime soon. I better get som=
e
> sleep, it's going to be a long week and I'm still damn sick.
> -Jonathan
Sounds pretty awful.
There's been some major plague around here lately...
My stepson became so sick with tonsillitis that we had to take him to
emergency. He couldn't swallow even water. He ended up on a IV for 3
days. I had a nasty one as well, but nothing compared to that, or
yours.
Re: The Black Death
On Apr 30, 3:04 am, "Jonathan" <jonat...@kelloggcreek . com NOSPAM>
wrote:
>I better get some sleep, it's going to be a long week and I'm still damn si=
ck.
> -Jonathan
Get better man! That sucks... I know you were really looking forward
to the trip. Hopefully something stuck in there, and it'll all have
been worth it in the end.
Corey
On Apr 30, 3:04 am, "Jonathan" <jonat...@kelloggcreek . com NOSPAM>
wrote:
>I better get some sleep, it's going to be a long week and I'm still damn si=
ck.
> -Jonathan
Get better man! That sucks... I know you were really looking forward
to the trip. Hopefully something stuck in there, and it'll all have
been worth it in the end.
Corey
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