Day Thirty: If you feel like you wanna dance then step aside and take a chance.
From Wikipedia:
Immunodeficiency (or immune deficiency) is a state in which the immune system's ability to fight infectious disease is compromised or entirely absent. A person who has an immunodeficiency of any kind is said to be immunocompromised. An immunocompromised person may be particularly vulnerable to opportunistic infections, in addition to normal infections that could affect everyone.
Now, as you know, I have a medical background. I'm not a doctor, but I am a researcher by trade, and I'm used to medical speak. As sterile as the above is, I agree; it's a pretty quick and apt description of what's going on. But, let's take a minute and move away from that:
Immunodeficiency (or immune deficiency) is yellow. It's a yellowish color, like an old light shade that just cannot be cleaned. It's a sick yellow. It's not the pleasant yellow of an old light or the yellow of something that's meant to be yellow. It's the wrong yellow. Dark, almost with a greenish tinge. It smells. It smells off. Like burned toast. Like melted metal. Like an accident. Like a sky birthing ash.
A person who has an immunodeficiency is removed. He or she is removed from the world. Food, touch, air, society. These things are toxic. You touch them with the same precautions you would touch a cell sample; with gloves and a bit of fear and a lot of sweat. You move away from the world. Some people have this better than others. Some only need to put the thinnest of barriers up. Some people get used to a world with a soundtrack of the endless hiss-pop of a respirator. Some people get used to a world through rubber fingers and thick clothes. Some people don't see the world in a color other then the cigar-plastic of a polarized filter.
An immunocompromised person may be particularly vulnerable to Jung's collective unconscious. Before I was the type of man that people handed cameras to so I could take their picture. I was a researcher and I had Harvard ties and women smiled and men smiled and I received far more phone numbers that I was never going to call. Now I am the embodiment of every dark thing and sinister motive that can look at your. I'm the 21st century plague doctor. I'm the boogeyman. I'm the man in black. I'm the monster in the closet and the monster under your bed, and they had a baby, and that bad-ass baby beast is me. I'm the big bad wolf for a big bad world.
Immunodeficiency (or immune deficiency) is a state in which the immune system's ability to fight infectious disease is compromised or entirely absent. A person who has an immunodeficiency of any kind is said to be immunocompromised. An immunocompromised person may be particularly vulnerable to opportunistic infections, in addition to normal infections that could affect everyone.
Now, as you know, I have a medical background. I'm not a doctor, but I am a researcher by trade, and I'm used to medical speak. As sterile as the above is, I agree; it's a pretty quick and apt description of what's going on. But, let's take a minute and move away from that:
Immunodeficiency (or immune deficiency) is yellow. It's a yellowish color, like an old light shade that just cannot be cleaned. It's a sick yellow. It's not the pleasant yellow of an old light or the yellow of something that's meant to be yellow. It's the wrong yellow. Dark, almost with a greenish tinge. It smells. It smells off. Like burned toast. Like melted metal. Like an accident. Like a sky birthing ash.
A person who has an immunodeficiency is removed. He or she is removed from the world. Food, touch, air, society. These things are toxic. You touch them with the same precautions you would touch a cell sample; with gloves and a bit of fear and a lot of sweat. You move away from the world. Some people have this better than others. Some only need to put the thinnest of barriers up. Some people get used to a world with a soundtrack of the endless hiss-pop of a respirator. Some people get used to a world through rubber fingers and thick clothes. Some people don't see the world in a color other then the cigar-plastic of a polarized filter.
An immunocompromised person may be particularly vulnerable to Jung's collective unconscious. Before I was the type of man that people handed cameras to so I could take their picture. I was a researcher and I had Harvard ties and women smiled and men smiled and I received far more phone numbers that I was never going to call. Now I am the embodiment of every dark thing and sinister motive that can look at your. I'm the 21st century plague doctor. I'm the boogeyman. I'm the man in black. I'm the monster in the closet and the monster under your bed, and they had a baby, and that bad-ass baby beast is me. I'm the big bad wolf for a big bad world.