[Bordermarch] Frozen Throat Thingy

[Karen Picou]

The Frozen Throat Thingy






Vivat means 'may he or she live'; long live; hurrah.

Lady Ophelia Larue



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David Lathrop
Sent: Tuesday, March 01, 2005 4:13 PM
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Subject: [Bordermarch] Frozen Throat Thingy



February 25 2005,

I arrived early at the Ravens March event alone because my lady the Good
Elisabeth had to work and pick up our son after school. Me thinks she is
starting to think like a man. I therefore set up camp alone. It went well
except for the pinched fingers from sliding the tent poles together and the
sore spots where bungie cords snapped back and slapped my skull. My love
muffin of a wife noticed that the covers on the cots were too small, of
course it was I who grabbed a handful from the house and told her I had the
bedding situation under control. She was right of course, they looked like
baby blankets but we had quite a few of them. I, Bad Bad Santiago, figured
if I got cold I would snuggle up to her and steal her body warmth. When
bedtime finally arrived she started putting on socks, flannel shirts and
long pants. She warned me to do the same. Bad Bad Santiago did not listen. I
couldnt snuggle up beca! use the cots I had put together now had a ridge
between them that felt like the continental divide. It was cold that night.
My feet kept sticking out from the covers so I had to bow up like a cutworm
to keep them under the covers. Bad move. I had helped set up pavilions until
the wee hours that evening and I flew out of bed with leg cramps. If you
could have seen me I probably looked like a chicken bobbing up and down
grabbing my leg and thinking bad thoughts.

The cramps finally decided it was too cold and went away. I then realized I
had to go to the rest room, thought a moment and decided I would rather go
in the bed than get dressed and go the bathhouses. I think my wife was
pretending to be comatose so she would not have to listen to my whining.
Once back in bed I pulled the blankets around my head and the only thing
left exposed was my mouth. Deep sleep at last. Why I must have slept for a
good hour before my mouth and throat froze. That little throat thingy that
hangs down in the back was stuck to the back of my throat and hurt real bad.
After mourning coffee it finally thawed out and fell back in place doing
whatever it is supposed to do. It still hurts four days later. Next time I
will listen to the Good Elisabeth. Vivat!



P.S. What the heck does Vivat mean?







Santiago of Green Mountain Keep

03/01/05

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