Friday, May 27, 2005
La Grippe
I've been sick. Very sick. I'm not sure with what, flu I guess. Yesterday I should not have gone to work; the irony was apparent as I bussed hundreds of health care professionals from their workplace to their parking lots, as my head lolled about exhaustedly behind the wheel.
There's nothing like being sick to really take the edge off of you, to dim your emotions and null your ambitions. Not that I'm usually a very interesting person, but when you're this sick, you give up on trying to handle external stimuli altogether, you use as few words as possible to communicate to your friends and coworkers... and when you get home, you crawl in bed where it's just you and your clammy wet forehead, and your weird feverish subconscious thoughts.
That's what it was like yesterday. Today I feel better, and hopefully tomorrow I'll feel good enough to eat at El Ranchero and then go bowling.
There's nothing like being sick to really take the edge off of you, to dim your emotions and null your ambitions. Not that I'm usually a very interesting person, but when you're this sick, you give up on trying to handle external stimuli altogether, you use as few words as possible to communicate to your friends and coworkers... and when you get home, you crawl in bed where it's just you and your clammy wet forehead, and your weird feverish subconscious thoughts.
That's what it was like yesterday. Today I feel better, and hopefully tomorrow I'll feel good enough to eat at El Ranchero and then go bowling.
