Diyenu, Diarrhea!!

While Jewish families across the world commemorate our journey from slavery to freedom, I have been reliving the journey from bed to toilet...too many times. I've been sick in bed since Sunday, eating little, cursing yet enjoying the dizziness, and feeling too sorry for myself. The last time I left indoors was to go to seder Monday night, narc'd up on the Israeli version of DayQuill. And I briefly went outside to kiss Hannah goodbye at the bus stop.

The chance that I may step out of my apartment and not be near a bathroom has made me agoraphobic. I guess boredom is the worst symptom of this virus. But I've been trying to keep my sloth to a minimum by watching movies ("The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly," "Glen or Glenda", "Memento," "The Ten Commandments," a documentary on the KKK, and "Prince of Egypt") reading "You Shall Know Your Velocity," By Dave Eggers, cleaning my room, chatting with the fam, making soup, planning the rest of my vacation, and drinking tea. I've also been researching Senegal a lot. Isn't it a beautiful name? I want to name my kid that. or maybe my yacht. Seh-neh-gahhllll. It means "our canoe" in Wolof.

Anyways, I've gotten shitloads better and I'm looking forward to going to Tel Aviv/Jaffa with my good ol' buddy, D.H. Matzah hasn't gotten old for me yet, and two tablets (man, the pesach symbolism!) of Tylenol PM should get me feeling fiiiiine.