Pale Horse, Pale Rider
Sometimes there just isn’t any prize for being right. We have all been very sick here at the Devil Queen. Monday night, the plague that had already claimed the rest of the family came to visit me. It was bad enough that I happily slept on the bathroom floor that night. If this stomach bug is anything like a preview for what life on chemo would be like, I have to wonder why bother.
Really, it’s funny how little it takes to reduce us from healthy, functional human beings to quivering sack of biological processes bereft of most of the higher functions.
Maybe this is something unique to the Devil Queen, but I find this old house a very depressing local for recuperation. On the one hand, I can’t help but think of all the people who died here. On the other, I can’t help but notice every bloody thing that still needs to be finished in all these long, listless hours on the couch or in bed.
What I find so funny is that I’ve been trying to take better care of myself the last month or so. You know, getting more sleep, eating better, etc. What do I get? I get every flu virus in circulation this season. Last year, I worked myself ragged, never slept, drank so much coffee that I pissed black tar, and was I sick? I think I got a cold, maybe. I know that making an empirical, scientific conclusion maybe hard with this data, but it is something to wonder about.
And, the superstitious fuck-wit that I am, I have to wonder about my karma. Scarlet and I hammer together a plan for the near future, and, more or less immediately, I get the flu, our town is hit by a tornado, and a heinous stomach virus decimates our entire family. At this point, I’m almost scared to do anything ambitious or productive.
Really, it’s funny how little it takes to reduce us from healthy, functional human beings to quivering sack of biological processes bereft of most of the higher functions.
Maybe this is something unique to the Devil Queen, but I find this old house a very depressing local for recuperation. On the one hand, I can’t help but think of all the people who died here. On the other, I can’t help but notice every bloody thing that still needs to be finished in all these long, listless hours on the couch or in bed.
What I find so funny is that I’ve been trying to take better care of myself the last month or so. You know, getting more sleep, eating better, etc. What do I get? I get every flu virus in circulation this season. Last year, I worked myself ragged, never slept, drank so much coffee that I pissed black tar, and was I sick? I think I got a cold, maybe. I know that making an empirical, scientific conclusion maybe hard with this data, but it is something to wonder about.
And, the superstitious fuck-wit that I am, I have to wonder about my karma. Scarlet and I hammer together a plan for the near future, and, more or less immediately, I get the flu, our town is hit by a tornado, and a heinous stomach virus decimates our entire family. At this point, I’m almost scared to do anything ambitious or productive.
Labels: delay, disasters, Family, miscellaneous non-house, woe
posted by John | 7:07 PM
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