Swiss Cheese in Switzerland
Mastering the art of cheese, bread and fruit. On the go.
2004 was the year I took advantage of my vacation days. I was working at Orbitz, the height of pop under, competing with every travel site under the sun and the true meaning of what it was like to work for a startup.
It was intense. It was hard. I don’t regret a moment of it.
A trip to the ER
I was self aware to know that I needed to slow down. Why? I was sitting at my desk and my left side started to feel funny. I called my doctor and she said she couldn’t see me — I needed to get to the ER. Like a surreal dream, I told my co-worker I was heading out to the ER. I somehow got myself to the corner of Wacker and Adams, hailed a cab and went to the hospital near my apartment. Always seeking efficiency, I thought it would be better to go to a hospital near home, so I had a short commute to my apartment after that.
In the ER quarters, I was hooked up to a bunch of machines. Sticky things were on my chest and I was told to take some deep breaths. Tests came back normal, but the doctor on duty warned me that if I didn’t slow down to smell some more roses, something drastic could happen. That’s all I needed to hear.
