Up yours Thom.
Hotel room. SF. I am so nauseous I want to call my wife like a child would call out for his mom. I can't sleep. It feels like I am being squeezed around my stomach and chest with a vomitous death grip. God help me if I have to cough.
9 days. WTF. Lots of plans sullied. I need to listen and I am clearly not hearing.