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Feeling Crap

Thursday, June 12, 2008 permalink [Permalink]

Still not feeling well. This cold is causing my nose to run nonstop – so much so I’ve decided to pack the hotel tissues into my bag. Every few seconds I’m wiping my nose. I can barely keep my eyes open and yet I’ve dragged myself out of bed to get the job done. I walked down to breakfast and had another omelet, washed it down with fresh apple juice and an espresso.



Still not feeling well. This cold is causing my nose to run nonstop – so much so I’ve decided to pack the hotel tissues into my bag. Every few seconds I’m wiping my nose. I can barely keep my eyes open and yet I’ve dragged myself out of bed to get the job done. I walked down to breakfast and had another omelet, washed it down with fresh apple juice and an espresso.

Today would be the day when we finally get to unpack the servers and get the rack to the 7th floor. All the boxes were temporarily stored on the first floor – a newly “refurbished” floor without any desks. We began to take out the components making sure that every item was taken out of the boxes. We wheeled the servers on a small trolley to the 7th and started to load the rack.

The local boys wanted the experience of loading and installing the servers – so I stood on the sidelines and gave a helping hand when the wrong rail was being used or the unit was being inserted upside-down. Overall they did a great job and in the process gained some valuable skills. Adenekan was really quite enthusiastic to get them all in the rack – he got his hands dirty doing the thing he likes most – playing with hardware. I really like all the staff here; they are all so happy and friendly. Not once did I feel as though I didn’t belong.

We are still short a PowerVault Tape backup unit which seems to have gone missing – either was never ordered by Computer Warehouse, or is sitting under an inch of dust at customs.

Seeing the 9 servers and 2 storage arrays in the rack gave me a feeling of some accomplishment – although we are nowhere near the finish line. We still need power to the rack and the electrician is coming over later to add some more power points. The Dell supplied power distribution units came bundled with the large 15A plugs to which we can’t find any female receptors.

The cold seems to now be progressing into a flu – with small signs of coughing and spattering. I’m feeling that the day is over for me. I crossed over the road and headed into the hotel. In the room I decided to order in, although straight afterwards I thought perhaps it was wishful thinking. After a small fit of coughing I decided to give the concierge a call to get directions to the pharmacy.

He was helpful and said there was a small clinic within the hotel complex. I walked downstairs, brushed past the concierge and then outside onto the car park and past the tennis courts. At the end of a little road past the fire engine truck stood a small while weatherboard shack. Inside, I found a gentleman sitting at a little desk with all the usual doctor implements scattered around. He measured my blood pressure and temperature – asked if I had any headaches and said that it might be malaria.

Had I been born yesterday I might have believed him, but since I’ve been taking Malorone for the last 9 days I doubted his diagnosis – and by now his medical credentials. He started telling me that all I needed was some antibiotics. That’s where I started ranting and preaching how much I despise antibiotics and won’t take them until I’m on my death bed. I bluntly put it – ‘Can you please give me some anti-histamine and pseudo-ephedrine so that my nose will stop dripping and I my eyes stop watering’. Seeing that I wasn’t going to take the antibiotics he went over to a small white metal wall mounted cabinet, ruffled into a couple of boxes and eventually came back to the table with some yellow colored pills. He gently slipped them into a plastic bag and wrote down some instructions on the front panel. ‘Take one in the morning and one at night’. He asked what room I was staying in and proceeded to note down, Room 405. I guess that’s it – as he waved the next patient over to his desk.

I exited the clinic and started on my way back to the room. Must have rained while I was in there – the streets turned to mud, even the sealed roads have a tendency to develop muddy holes.

At the bottom of the hotel I ran into Francis who invited me out to a Brazilian restaurant overlooking the Atlantic. As tempting as it sounded, two facts stopped me from accepting – Firstly, I just ordered some room service and was hurrying to get back before they deliver and secondly, I was really not feeling well enough to eat at a public place let alone keep a conversation going with a hankie over my nose. Still would have been good to go.

I didn’t finish my meal – not sure if it was the little yellow pill I’d just swallowed or the symptoms of the flu – either way dinner was wasted on me that night.


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