arrrgghh (like a pirate)
I don't feel well. Throat hurts, skin hurt, bones hurt. Oh dem aching bones.
It's a funny feeling -- being sick. Not entirely unpleasant. Don't wish it upon myself for an extended length of time, but there is something...something about being cocooned in your own little blanket of illness. It's like a cloak of sick. Enveloping and uncomfortable, but ownable. This is my virus. It's in me. It's mine. My body is reacting, preparing, and deploying it's internal resources to combat it. I'm sleepy, and aching, and puffy...but there is nothing to do but lay here and wait. That's ok with me. I can wait. And sleep. And ache. And lay in my viral cocoon, be warm, and wait for the blanket to dissipate.
It's a funny feeling -- being sick. Not entirely unpleasant. Don't wish it upon myself for an extended length of time, but there is something...something about being cocooned in your own little blanket of illness. It's like a cloak of sick. Enveloping and uncomfortable, but ownable. This is my virus. It's in me. It's mine. My body is reacting, preparing, and deploying it's internal resources to combat it. I'm sleepy, and aching, and puffy...but there is nothing to do but lay here and wait. That's ok with me. I can wait. And sleep. And ache. And lay in my viral cocoon, be warm, and wait for the blanket to dissipate.
posted by claire @ 8:16 PM
1 Comments:
At 11:10 PM,
Anonymous said…
Hi Claire.
It's me ... your new daddy.
Okay, now I have that out of the way. I was supposed to toss that one at you when I first met you, but I forgot. I suppose the truth is, even if I had remembered to do it ... I might not have had the courage to. I guess I wanted to make a better first impression on you than that might have been. In the four months your mother and I have dated, she has spoken so much about you, and so highly. Finally meeting you for the first time, I was perhaps a little tongue-tied.
I'm really happy I met you finally. And your mom is happy too. I think. She's goofy, your mom. I like that about her. But I can't always detect her emotions very well. I'm learning though. I know you long ago labeled her my 'rebound girl' and well, ever since that, we've kind of adopted it too. It has an interesting ring to it, and I suppose it's an accurate statement after all, technically speaking of course. I don't really consider her to be my rebound girl however. She's my friend ... and considerably more. I like her a lot, and I think she likes me the same way, although she tried pretty hard not to at first.
I can't be completely sure, but I think what really won her over to my side was my old decrepit dog. It's kind of a sad commentary on love and relationships, but I think it's true. She's a sucker for old, half-blind, nearly deaf, white-faced dogs. I don't think Jordy has a very long time left with me, and I'm beginning to wonder if I'm going to have to get another nearly fossilized dog to replace him, just to make certain she doesn't leave me. She's even goofier than usual when she's on her hands and knees, face to face with him, spewing baby talk at him. He seems to like it though, and he recognizes her when she comes over. She's easily his favorite visitor.
Well, I've said what I came here to say, and I feel better for it. I guess. Again, I did enjoy meeting you, and I hope you weren't too traumatized meeting me. First encounters are often squirrelly, especially when they're preceded by character build-ups, which your mother is wont to do. I think she might have even been more nervous than you or I.
I hope your classes are going well, and that you have a wonderful semester. I also hope you and I get the opportunity to chat another time with each other, to get past the slightly awkward stage if nothing else. You are no doubt intelligent and interesting, and speaking with you at length is likely very enlightening, and perhaps even entertaining.
Sincerely,
Me
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