Monday, July 06, 2009

Take 2 and call me in the morning.

I enter my land of pretend tomorrow morning, the one where I don't believe I am sick, where I possess the very drug to do away with those bronchial evils that ail me and where my throat is not tired from the relentless coff coff coffing. It's a bad thing to be seized with sickness in the summertime. I used to always think those that got colds in 90-degree heat had done something very, very bad at some point to deserve such a fate. When they weren't looking, I made fun of them. And now? I'm among the punished. I don't want a day in bed of sleeping and coughing. I want to run and bike and walk in the outdoors, where I am supposed to be. I even want to go to work, I do. So, once 6 AM hits tomorrow, the mind is going to conquer this worn down, confused bag of bones and it's going to up and forget it ever had to take a sick day in the first place. It'll be one of those new beginnings.

"Do what you fear, and the death of fear is certain." - Mark Twain


The World's Baby said...

I get summer flus more than I get winter flus. They're terrible, man. Milk the rest, man.

stan said...

Totally dread tt long bouts of flu tt descended to pneumonia a few years back when I was in fulltime teaching. Glad tt never bothered me anymore now. take care!

Beloved Inamorata said...

I would love to lay down in a park and just listen to the trees all over again.