Yep. And so far away from home. And with a flight back to London on Wednesday morning. And a ton of work responsibilities waiting for me when I get there.
I’m so frustrated I could scream. I thought I’d picked up the flu or just a nasty head-cold. I had a couple of days of sniffles, aches and night-sweats. Took some over the counter meds and was fine by last night. Really enjoying myself again, if a little tired.
But then I woke up this morning covered in vile blisters from the top of my head to my ankles, looking like a plague victim from the middle ages. I don’t feel particularly ill, apart from the itchiness and tiredness, but I know I could spread this like Typhoid Mary if I’m not careful.
So, we arranged for a doctor to come to our hotel and he confirmed it (as if we needed it confirming): I have chickenpox and am now on anti-viral medication for the next week. ARGH! This is the holiday I’ve been looking forward to all year and now it’s in a shambles.
No trip to the onsen now (they’d never let me in!) and no shopping for toys for my nephews and nieces. I don’t want to be responsible for spreading this all over the place. It’s basically going to be bed-rest and staying away from other people until I fly home.
Sigh. One thing at a time.
I have a letter from the doctor stating that I’m okay to fly as long as a) I’m not running a temperature (which I’m not, anymore) and b) my blisters have cleared up. I’m hoping I’ll feel a lot better by Wednesday, otherwise no flight and a few extra emergency days in Tokyo. Which is not at all as fun as it sounds.
I’m trying hard to focus on the bright side of all of this. On the upside: this holiday has been a delight up until now. Kyoto, Hiroshima and Tokyo have been fun and relaxing in equal measure – despite all of the epic long walks and train journeys.
On the downside: fuck you chickenpox.
I never thought I’d be so eager to get on a flight away from Japan. But this is an illness where you just want to be in your own bed, however nice your hotel is. I’m now achey, annoyingly itchy and thoroughly pissed off. Of all the lousy times to get ill with something this incapacitating and contagious…
So. How’s your Sunday been?