{"id":15649,"date":"2007-12-01T15:22:00","date_gmt":"2007-12-01T20:22:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/hameblog\/2007\/12\/01\/no-more-sick-xmases\/"},"modified":"2025-09-12T07:49:45","modified_gmt":"2025-09-12T10:49:45","slug":"no-more-sick-xmases","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/2007\/12\/01\/no-more-sick-xmases\/","title":{"rendered":"No More Sick xMases"},"content":{"rendered":"

Planes, my experience tells me, are bad for people. Not the elevation to impossible heights, not being moved from one place to an unwalkably far away one. No, it’s the darned air<\/em> in those things that utterly vanquishes me.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

I don’t know if it’s that they don’t circulate it enough, or people are just poxy, but the last few times I’ve made trans-Atlantic flights, I’ve wound up losing my first few days in Canada to a cold. I drag myself to work, then drag my carcass home (my friend Lisa<\/a>‘s home) to collapse and sleep like Tutankhamen.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

This time I want it to be different. I’ve got my ginseng, vitamin C, and echinacea, and I’m dosing myself in advance. Do you have a favourite preventative? Please tell me!<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

Yeah, I’m writing a novel about climate change, and I’m flying overseas. The irony is not lost on me. I’ve bought carbon credits, but I know that’s lame. I’m not sure how to do this one.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

~<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

I don’t want anything for Christmas. I don’t know who said it, but this expression sums up my feeling: “I want for nothing. I need nothing. I am complete.”<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

No malls, no trying to buy everyone the same amount, no $CDN bargains. I want to come back lighter, uplifted<\/em> even, not heavier.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

I’ve got a lot of great people in my life, and that’s what I’ll be celebrating in a thing-less<\/em> way at the end of this year. If you’re reading this, thanks for being part of my tribe.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

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