Sunday 17th July 2022
A really rough night of fever and shivering and dreams of the blerry radios in the snippets of sleep meant that I wasn’t a happy camper on waking. And of course, there was a light drizzle when I left before 5am for my work walk.
There are some Afrikaans words that describe an emotional state better than English and this morning I felt 'naar' (nauseous) and 'goor' ( bleh) I stomped my way along the road and suddenly realised that it's my last morning walk. Habits form really quickly on TV gigs. I took my camera out for the mandatory pictures and you can see how miserable I look.
This poses a dilemma, because I don't want to detract from the opportunity and sound ungrateful. So I tapped a bit while walking and kept close to the jaggie bushes in case I threw up. I organised a 'barf bag' in my truck as I sat for an hour before anyone arrived.
I tried some marmite toast which was quite pleasant and after my old faithful paracetamol (thanks Angie) I felt a bit better. All meals were provided for on site and I think I may have eaten way too much the past 2 weeks. The accommodation is also paid for and the past two weeks I haven't spent a penny which is weird.
It was such an honour to be part of this massive TV crew on the 150th British Open and I know in a couple of weeks I will reflect back with joy. However tonight I asked if I could leave before the derig was finished which I hate doing but I just couldn't stay upright any longer. Traffic blocked the road as the thousands of spectators filled the streets, pubs and buses while some youngster pipers were trying to impress the tourists. There's always thought of missing the festivities but I know my limits and today was limited.
So now it's Medlemon and a good night's sleep 🤞
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