Friday, December 12, 2008

Anti-biotics, vitamin C and whiskey

Apologies for the hiatus. We’ve been blitzed by bronchitis. Rough stuff but things are getting better. We made it to the grocery and bought cookies.

I think I’m running a fever. The meds only serve to amplify the Walter Mitty world that I live in. By merely closing my eyes, I am often visited by a delegation of agricultural workers. And a few stray firemen.

Once, I dreamed Obama got into more trouble because of his governor than he ever imagined because of his preacher.

In another feverish dream, Gov. Sarah Palin had a favorable/unfavorable rating among Republicans of 73-13 percent. More codine!

I told you I was running a fever.

The Mystery Woman tried to convince me it snowed in New Orleans.

Anyhow, this is my lame excuse for not writing this week. I can provide a letter from my doctor(s). I’ll be better by next week. Meanwhile, wash your hands with soap and water after reading this.

And drink lots of liquids.


Jeff Hebert said...

Frankly I think the most worrying aspect of all this is that in your fever dream what comes to comfort you is ... firemen.

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Ken Martin said...

"Illness is the night-side of life, a more onerous citizenship. Everyone who is born holds dual citizenship, in the kingdom of the well and in the kingdom of the sick. Although we all prefer to use only the good passport, sooner or later each of us is obliged, at least for a spell, to identify ourselves as citizens of that other place." -- Susan Sontag (b. 1933) US essayist. Illness as Metaphor (1978) opening words.

Journalist, heal thyself.

The South Plainsman said...

When you were younger you would dream of other things.

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