Ramblings of an Anonymous Coward

And Death Shall Have No Dominion

after battling the flu this week, stealing the title from the Dylan Thomas poem as my first post back from the dead seems quite apropos. no-no. no near death experiences or anything, just taking advantage of literary license despite being nothing more than a hack.

first let me say that there is no sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head, fever, so you can rest medicine that is going to help with this year's flu. it's an ass-kicker. there were probably moments that the ibuprofen and others out numbered more natural elements in my bloodstream (quite unique for me, btw), yet i still felt like total crap.

illness has it's surreal moments too -- i'll blame it on the fever -- like when you can literally feel the droplets of sweat slowly squeeze out of each individual pore of your body. times where one moment you are awake and restless, but within seconds are ready to drop from exhaustion, only to be back to a restless state before you can fall asleep. fever induced dreams/visions. wanting to be held, but not touched. comforted, but not felt sorry for. to have company, but to be left alone.

the rule of thumb for me when i'm sick is leave me the hell alone. i'm not quite sure why people don't understand that. work called me countless times for example -- i suppose that should make me feel needed. it didn't. i'm much better. just coughing and still sore -- particularly this now periodic burn in the lower abdomen after a nasty bout of early morning coughs. a little rest will hopefully take care of that.

Posted by ac at December 5, 2003 04:20 PM