The daily trajectories of the two types of illnesses I get.
Illness one:
7:00a: Uuuggghhh. The inside of my stomach is being slowly gnawed on by flesh-eating slugs. I want to puke, but I'm not sure that the slugs are going to be able to make it all the way up without getting stuck along the way. I am not, not, not moving from this bed.
8:00a: I guess I'm a little better, and I really don't want to be docked pay at work, so I suppose I'll go in -- just for a half-day or so. But if I start feeling crappy, I'm heading home straight away.
9:00a: Eh. My stomach's not too bad, so I should probably try to get some Saltines or 7-Up down. Maybe I really can make it through all eight working hours.
10:00a: When does Burger King start serving lunch, and do they still have the Triple Whopper?
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Illness two, which would be the type I currently have:
7:00a: Uuuggghhh. I'm so tired. Last night I'm not sure I got any sleep at all; I spent most of it in this half-comatose state where I could feel the hours passing but was still somehow unable to move my body or concentrate on anything.
7:30a: Huh. Despite the lack of sleep, I feel rather refreshed. And the effects of my illness seem to have subsided overnight. I might actually be done with this mangy virus.
9:00a: La la la. Life is great.
10:30a: Hmm. I'm feeling a little funny, but I'm probably just hungry because of the lack of food I've had the past couple days. Let's go find a little something to eat.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
