I hate being sick. I hate it with a passion. Right now, I’m going through some sort of sinus, congestion thing. It started out yesterday as a mild sore throat with some sniffles. I thought it would be no big deal, but as the day went on, my head got fuzzy. Then a headache. I took a long, hot shower and felt a lot better. There is nothing better than just sitting under some hot water when you’re head feels like it wants to implode.
I had a fever that took ahold of my body last night. I tried to remedy it with some cold medication and tea, both of which are designed to make you sleep like a rock. I was able to get my body warm, but the combination of everything led to this maze of dreams that were so bizarre.
The mudslides had returned to North Vancouver, and for some reason, I was the one to blame. I did something or something happened where it was me that had to get the whole situation sorted out. I kept waking up in pool of sweat, wanting to get out of bed and go do something, but I could never recall what it was as soon as I made the motion to get up. There was this string of events that meshed, all of them ending with me. I had to do something about it. What that was, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to say. A fever, nighttime cold medication, and sleepy time tea is a recipe for a near acid trip.
I passed out on the couch for a good portion of this afternoon while watching Canada: A People’s History. That was followed up but a documentary about Da Vinci. Granted that I wasn’t swept up in medication land, but it was another, strange situation. The mix of english and french in the background as I slept was weird. All I want to be able to do is think clearly and go for a nice, long run through the park. That’s also to say that I can’t even do a podcast with this crappy voice.
i miss our talks, login and not be idle sometime.