Wednesday, May 31, 2006


For the past few days, I've been down with a cold. And when I say down, I mean down, baby. I usually have the constitution of--well, let's see, what's a simile for a sturdy constitution? Block of cement? Boulder? I never get sick. That makes the times when I do get sick stand out. When I was in junior high and high school, I had a run of strep infections that culminated in one episode that kept me out of school for almost two weeks. It was horrible and awesome at the same time. I watched soap operas. My mom brought me cut-up oranges on a plate to eat in bed. I didn't wash my hair for days on end.

The other string of illnesses I remember all had to do with the ends of semesters when I was in school. I used to stay up till all hours finishing term papers, etc., only to fall ill when everything was finished. It was like a bargain I made with my body, which allowed me to abuse it if I would nurse it back to health when the extreme hour had passed.

So maybe this is one of those post-semester letdowns. In any case, I have been alternately sleeping and woozily reading and drinking tea. And then sleeping some more. I'll wake up to watch some minutes of the playoffs, and then drop off again. Sleeping, as it turns out, is priority one on my list of summer ambitions. Even if I had to get sick to realize it.


  1. I'm glad it's a good sickness that let's you sleep. Summer colds seem so oxymoronic. I hope you feel better soon.

  2. I often condemn something as a cold that turns out to be a terrible allergy to some tree-related pollen.



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