Last week sucked. Bad.
Not only were editing deadlines upon me – NBC wants two hours of TV a week from us – but for the better part of the week, I had a strained chest muscle, a random swelling in my elbow with spidery streaks of red stretching down my arm, and a temperature that peaked somewhere around 102.5. And flu symptoms that left me feeling like I got hit by a 20-ton grip truck.
Twice. In the same place.
Those who know me will attest that I barely ever get so much as a sniffle. I maybe get a little 2-day cold twice a year, and that’s about it. It’s literally been years since my temperature crossed into triple digits.
As to the chest thing, well, I’m not exactly sure how that happened. I have some ideas, but nothing for sure. That’ll just take some time to rebuild itself.
The flu – as much as it sucks, I know that it’s temporary. The achy, sensitive skin, hit-by-a-truck feeling usually goes away in a couple days or so with the fever.
But that whole swollen elbow thing with the streaks going down my arm?
That ain’t cool.
I texted an elbow selfie to my wife, and she proceeded to freak out.
I didn’t though… because I knew what it was. I’d experienced this sort of thing before.
It was a number of years ago when I was still a freewheeling bachelor. I was cutting on a really cool show with really cool people… and we put in REALLY long hours. As in every week, I as the senior editor had to pull an all-night edit, chugging 7-11 coffee and Monster drinks just to get a complete pass at an episode for the weekly network screening.
One Saturday (weekends were pretty normal on this gig too), my executive producer was in the bay with me and happened to see my leg.
“Holy ****, Jefe, what is up with your ankle?!” Continue reading