The human body is an odd wonder. I would never think that having a tiny germ could manifest itself into this. My son had a cold. Being two years old, colds happen. A lot. That said, he had a cold for the week prior to my trip to Hawaii for work.
I am fine during this week of baby sickness and I chant the mantra daily, “I have already had whatever he has and I am immune.”
I fly out of San Diego to Los Angeles to Honolulu and all it good in the hood. Nothing out of the ordinary. I land in the land of awesome and am feeling fine. Little did I know that I would soon fall victim to the germ from HELL. I visit a few customers and head back to the airport.
Preface: I am flying to Hawaii for business, not vacation. I will be on four islands in four days visiting accounts, having meetings with customers, and looking at competitor accounts for opportunities.
So I leave Honolulu and head to Maui that evening. So far, so good but I now feel a little run down. I get to my hotel and am feeling really drained. I chalk it up to time change and being up since 3am in SD and with the time difference, I have now been up for over 20 hours. I have a couple of beers and call it a night at 9:30pm Hawai time, 12:30pm San Diego time. I go to bed at 9:30pm Hawaii time and wake up at 3am Hawaii time (because my body is used to waking up before 6am PST—stupid body clock).
So I wake up and have a tickle in my throat. My sinuses are a bit pressure-y. Uh oh. I tell myself, “I have already had whatever my son had and I am immune.” I also tell myself that it is because of the humidity and thickness of the Hawaii air.
Try as I might to tell myself otherwise (FUCK YOU SECRET BOOK), I am getting something. I meet more customers, give presentations, and head to the airport to head to Kauai from Maui. This time, the airplane’s pressurization is fucking up my whole program. My head is pounding and behind my right eye feels as if it will explode my eyeball as a projectile sooner than later.
I get off the plane and head to another customer, head and eye socket throbbing. Kauai is beautiful. It is very Jungle Book tropical forest beautiful. I wish my wife was here to see it with me. Here my head is throbbing and I begin clearing my throat like I really want the world’s attention. I mean really wants their attention. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEMMMMMMM!!!! Over and over again uncontrollably.
I see my customer and all is good. Heading to the hotel. It is under construction so it is in a prime location but is not as expensive as other resorts in the area. I check in and, head still pounding, head to dinner. Dinner is awesome and the walk there got some great pictures (see some previous posts or check my instagram). I head back and try to sleep myself better.
I wake up and now have more pressure behind my right eye. I take some cold medicine (doesn’t help) and head to the airport for Honolulu then Hilo (Big Island of Hawaii). This airplane trip speeds the process of me being cold/sinus infection-laden up. By the time I get off the plane, I can’t hear out of my right ear because it seems as if it is plugged and my sinus pressure behind my right eye is ready to explode. These, and I am clearing my throat like a room full of me’s.
This officially sucks balls.
I land and have lunch. Lunch is lackluster. I now have a meeting and presentation to give. I present and it went great. Both myself and the group were awesome. We talked, we bonded, we kicked goals. The world was well. I am in Hilo on the island of Hawaii. I travel down the Saddle Road that cuts the island diagonally (pretty much) and saves over an hour drive time to get to Kona. This road is jacked as they are expanding the road to two lanes on either side from one. This road also has many twists, turns, whoops, rough roads, and gravel that will cause a vehicle to skid out. It also travels through higher elevations that can cause pressure to sinuses that may be infected.
So I can’t hear because my right ear is plugged and my right eye socket is ready to burst. Just making sure you are still caught up. This drive to Kona S-U-C-K-S. Officially, this Hawaii trip is not fun. At all. I arrive in Kona and meet with another customer. I had to stop for medicine. Visit another customer and head to the hotel. This hotel is great and has a bar and grill that Manta Ray’s swim past at sunset and plankton cling to them so when the light hits them they glow. I had to see this. Sick or not.
I head there and eat a so-so dinner and have some beers. I end up dropping my fisheye lens onto the lava rocks trying to take pictures and the night gets better. I saw the manta rays and it was amazing. I am now heading to bed. It is raining like a shower and Kona is not what I remember. I will be gone in the morning anyway so Kona probably could give a shit. I still have a hearing issue and feel as if I am wearing headphones while having a migrane.
The morale to this story is that when being sick in paradise, sick wins.
I will be enjoying my favorite food for my pre-apocalyptic last meal. Sushi will be most awesome tonight. I will imbibe sake and beer as well. I encourage you all to join me. Otherwise, maybe we can have brunch next weekend. Hit me up. I sure hope there are no Zombie sushi chefs. That would be a pisser.