March 19, 2006

I just got off the phone with E.S. (I am still in Chicago) and he says he is very sick.

He is not actually very sick. I mean, he feels like hell, but it’s just a one-day virus that’s going around the floor of the hospital where he works. This means that he has turned into a giant, whining baby. He has also decided, in the apparently common manner of doctors-in-training, that what he has is in fact not a one-day virus but cholera.

I am going home on Tuesday but in the meantime I said I would tell everybody he has cholera so that he could have lots of sympathy.

I have some dreadful news to report. E.S. has cholera. I’m sure he would appreciate any sympathy you can direct his way.