Finally Crawling From The Pits!!
Well I lost a day.
I think I lost a day.
Nope, I definitely lost a day.
It is Thursday and I think I might have been awake for Wednesday.
But I am uncertain. If I was it was simply a lost zombie like day...without the search for or consumption of human flesh. Or least god I hope!
Well I feel weak...and well I still feel like everything is miles and miles away from me...but I guess weak is to be expect since I spent the better part of the last..however long without eating. Eating was one of those things that simply brought another layer of issues. Namely the in ability to keep it down.
I am still trying to process everything which still feels stilted and weird. That wall of sick is still up and making everything kind of echo. Like your not really there. I am still attempting to be a normal person. Okay people...as normal as I usually am. MY version of normal. I am motivated at least to do things. Like stay awake for several hours.
I think I am just about home.
Granted my body is ...well the best way to explain it exhausted. They still feel like they are full of lead. And my perception is still way off. But in comparison I AM getting better. That I can chalk all of this up to having done nothing but drink water as of late.
My sister was headed to North Market and I requested Chicken Salad. The weird part is I am not hungry in the least...not that food sounds gross or anything. I just don't have a desire for it.
But really looking forward to the Chicken Salad.
What I really want is the Special Wonton Soup from Imperial Garden in Houston. But unless I somehow develop the ability to teleport that isn't going to happen.
So hopefully soon I will be fine.
But Jesus Fuck Me On Toast...this is actually that was the worst I have felt in a long time!!
I actually toyed with the idea of going to the hospital. Me, going to the hospital.
For me that is the pinnacle, Mount Everest moment of being sick. I hate hospitals period. I hate doctors. I hate nurses. I hate the entire thing. The being shuttled from place to place. Poked and prodded as if they are searching for something else wrong with you. The entire experience should be reserved for gunshot wounds and car wrecks.
So for me to even toy with the idea in a lingering haze of fever is flavors of sick I cannot even begin to explain.
(wow you can tell I have been couped up without any human contact for awhile?)
Now don't get me wrong I have been sick at times. But since I have been here I have been more sick then I have ever been. I don't know if it is the cold. The sheer numbers of sick people you encounter. At times I feel like I am living in some sort of plague colony. Or maybe it is my bodies lack of knowing how to deal with stuff living in a tropical zone for 10 years.
In either case...
If this is winter in the midwest...well I am going to be in Hawaii this time next year!!!
I think I lost a day.
Nope, I definitely lost a day.
It is Thursday and I think I might have been awake for Wednesday.
But I am uncertain. If I was it was simply a lost zombie like day...without the search for or consumption of human flesh. Or least god I hope!
Well I feel weak...and well I still feel like everything is miles and miles away from me...but I guess weak is to be expect since I spent the better part of the last..however long without eating. Eating was one of those things that simply brought another layer of issues. Namely the in ability to keep it down.
I am still trying to process everything which still feels stilted and weird. That wall of sick is still up and making everything kind of echo. Like your not really there. I am still attempting to be a normal person. Okay people...as normal as I usually am. MY version of normal. I am motivated at least to do things. Like stay awake for several hours.
I think I am just about home.
Granted my body is ...well the best way to explain it exhausted. They still feel like they are full of lead. And my perception is still way off. But in comparison I AM getting better. That I can chalk all of this up to having done nothing but drink water as of late.
My sister was headed to North Market and I requested Chicken Salad. The weird part is I am not hungry in the least...not that food sounds gross or anything. I just don't have a desire for it.
But really looking forward to the Chicken Salad.
What I really want is the Special Wonton Soup from Imperial Garden in Houston. But unless I somehow develop the ability to teleport that isn't going to happen.
So hopefully soon I will be fine.
But Jesus Fuck Me On Toast...this is actually that was the worst I have felt in a long time!!
I actually toyed with the idea of going to the hospital. Me, going to the hospital.
For me that is the pinnacle, Mount Everest moment of being sick. I hate hospitals period. I hate doctors. I hate nurses. I hate the entire thing. The being shuttled from place to place. Poked and prodded as if they are searching for something else wrong with you. The entire experience should be reserved for gunshot wounds and car wrecks.
So for me to even toy with the idea in a lingering haze of fever is flavors of sick I cannot even begin to explain.
(wow you can tell I have been couped up without any human contact for awhile?)
Now don't get me wrong I have been sick at times. But since I have been here I have been more sick then I have ever been. I don't know if it is the cold. The sheer numbers of sick people you encounter. At times I feel like I am living in some sort of plague colony. Or maybe it is my bodies lack of knowing how to deal with stuff living in a tropical zone for 10 years.
In either case...
If this is winter in the midwest...well I am going to be in Hawaii this time next year!!!