Thursday, September 20, I woke up in our king-sized Animal Kingdom bed, and I knew
something was very wrong.
You know what a gut feeling feels like? An undeniable truth that only you can sense?
Yeah. I was SO totally sensing I was in the first leg of a COLD.
I sniffled. I coughed. I chalked it up to "allergies."
"Come on," I said to DH, "let's go to Animal Kingdom, your favorite park."
But as we stood in line for Kilamanjaro Safaris, and I had post nasal drip as much as I was sweating in the Florida heat, I knew, OH YES, I KNEW I was getting sick.
In spite of it all, I snapped some pictures:
We went on Kali River Rapids, which is about the stupidest thing you could ever do when you have a cold, but I was still in denial.
Then we went over to Everest to dry off.
And for the first time ever, we actually had time to do the Maharajah Jungle Trek. Since Animal Kingdom opened, my family and I never wanted to sacrifice riding a ride to walk on a trail. Not this year. DH really enjoyed this bit.
By the late afternoon, it was obvious I was sick with a cold. I broke down and cried somewhere between our trip to Animal Kingdom over to Epcot for dinner. DH just shook his head. "You're a sickie," he said. "Want to go back to the resort and rest?"
"No," I exclaimed, suddenly very proud. "We still have dinner reservations at Marrakesh and we have to see Fantastic."
DH shrugged. There was no arguing with a Disney Commando, even a sick one.
We had a nice, comforting-to-a-cold kind of dinner at Marrakesh. Chicken, cous-cous, and mint tea. Mmm.
Then we rushed back over to The Studios for Fantasmic. An hour and a half ahead of time. Because I am THAT crazy.
Surprisingly, DH thought Fantasmic was "just OK." He thought it was really disjointed, and would have liked to have seen more of a story. I have to admit, I kind of have to agree with him. The Pocahontas scene just seems REALLY out of place. Couldn't they do something else, something more relevant? I heard the
Disneyland version is far superior. Oh well. I still love it, if only for the end, when Mickey proudly says, "Some imagination, huh?"
Oh, if only I could have imagined my sickness away. I bought some OTC cold medicine at the shop inside AKL, and crawled into bed with chills. Tears filled my eyes. How could I be THIS sick on our honeymoon?!?! WHY ME?!?!?!?!!?
Next day horrors: What it feels like to wander through Walt Disney World with a bona fide COLD, and other unpleasantries.