On Monday, I came down with the (non-swine) flu. Since then, I have done little else but trudge back and forth to the bathroom in between naps. For now, for you, I have no words, nothing but the moon. (Thanks to borealnz.)
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Tag Archives: illness
nothing but the moon
12-Aug-09spotless mind
12-Dec-08I made it through the first hour of work today, but that was all. This nasty little head-cold has me beat. No matter how many times I wash my hands at work, I seem to pick up every cold and flu that walks through the doors of the library. Certainly this is a result of [...]
grateful for my voice
16-Jul-08This summer cold has taken away my voice. I went through the day saying almost nothing, whispering when needed. There were nods and shakes of my head, shrugs, minimal gestures. Mostly I listened: to other people, to the sounds of children playing next door, to the cats purring, to my own sticky breathing, to my [...]
three months of salad
27-Jun-08After three months of a gluten-free diet, I can safely say that I am tired of this brave new salad-riddled world and want to go home, my fluffy pastry home with the doughnut doorknob. Initially, I was more than happy to give up gluten if it meant feeling good again. There is no question that [...]
sick feels me
26-Jun-08I awoke to the shaky, bad-gut feeling of my days with gluten: each stretch of intestine its own serpent, stick-poked and salivating and wanting out. Slamming behind my left eyesocket was the quickened tattoo of my blood: dah-duh-tump, dah-duh-tump. “I feel sick” doesn’t cover it on these days, that tepid stain of a phrase. Sick [...]
