my doctor won’t call it the flu, he insisted on repeating the above, four syllabic, flowery, italian sounding word for my week plus, bed-ridden affliction. i’m not sure if this was his way of getting me to lie low: dress it up in a fancy name to get me sign up for the bed rest?
it worked. i have been a patient patient, and tomorrow i return to full duty. but i think i need a handicap pass; for body and for brain.
my stairway does feel like it’s taking me to heaven, each tread gets higher and steeper every time i climb back up to bed.
my head is a tacky, christmas snow globe with a mountain-dew nutritioned child trying to make the glitter shake harder! harder! harder in my face!
i have fever hang-over. too much light, too-fast movement, or too-complex of thought re-singes little tinders of burn on my brain.
my fever carried such hallucinations and shakes, saturday night when hunkiest and i rented “life of pi,” my movie experience was in its full 3-D splendor causing me to flit, sweat, swat at my talking pajamas, runaway from the sofa who growled, and belly laugh at my fleece blanket’s stand-up routine.
i hope for mankind’s sake i was still hallucinating on sunday when i “dreamt” i was watching a new bravotv reality series entitled “vanderpump rules;” i may take to bed for the rest of the year if it proves these people really do exist in real life.
so there it is. that’s where i’ve been. did i miss anything? i must say, the week-plus break from social media, email, etc. although somewhat forced has been kind of nice.
tuesday love to you.