Had a good day at the conference. Not quite as good as the AISEA conferences in June, but still some very good sessions. In fact, one of them qualifies as one of the best sessions I've attended in quite a while, on the impact of AIS on the accounting domain.
I sat attentively through that final session of the day, and even got up afterwards and talked a little with one of the presenters, ... feeling fine. I walked out the door, and BAM! Like a ton of bricks, a sick feeling came over me. I walked probably 30 feet to the elevator and almost passed out from nausea. I've never had anything hit me so fast. In literally just a couple of seconds, I went from being perfectly fine, to being deathly ill.
I somehow made it back to my hotel room 3 blocks away. I skipped the reception and dinner, and about 7 pm walked a block to a Rite-Aid for some Gatorade and a new battery for the fever thermometer I keep in my shaving kit. Fever was 104.1. I resisted the urge to take Advil for the fever, thinking that perhaps a high temperature might be a good thing in fighting off whatever had hold of me. Chills. Shivers. Misery.
Then, about 10 pm, "The Emptying" began. Both ends. Occasionally at the same time, too, which really takes skill to do it right. As the stereotypical understating Brits might say, it was "something short of enjoyable". Every 30 minutes. Almost like clockwork. All night long. My stomach was sore from its exhausting calisthenics. After 5-10 minutes of strenuous aerobic internal exercise, I'd feel a bit better for about 2 minutes, crawl my way back to bed, and the nausea resumed for about 20 minutes before I'd have to get up again.
Loooong night.
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