Surprisingly, this is only my second post complaining about being sick. Seeing as, apart from working to earn money to sustain my existence, being sick is the activity that takes up the most amount of time in my life, I thought it would have received more ink. In February, much to my dismay, I discovered a new allergy. In addition to being allergic, with increasingly severe symptoms, to every mammal on God's green earth ( except humans, also known as the most dangerous game/allergen) I am now extremely allergic to the pollen from cedar trees. This stuff hangs like fog in the Nagasaki air for about a month and is like breathing in an aerosol mist of battery acid.
The allergies left me open for a cold which lead to another cold and another and another culminating (knock on wood) with bronchitis last week. I missed a day of work and actually broke down and went to see a doctor. After a dose of antibiotics and five days and nights of hacking up green slime I seem to have finally pulled away from Death's outstretched hand, faked left and gone right, and am seeing some open field.
It seems this is my life now. Living between colds, flus, allergy attacks, and assorted headaches and stomach aches. I really should make a point of filling my healthy days with as much productive activity as my wandering mind and feeble body can endure. There are days when my mind feels sharp, I have no aches, pains, or minor (and I mean MINOR) ailments to distract me. On those days the sundry thoughts that have been fading in and out of tune in my mind finally come in loud and clear. Everything finally gathers together from a messy pile into a neat little stack ready to be pushed out of the slot in a perfect package. Unfortunately these days are often spent watching reruns of The Amazing Race.
Not his time! I'm back from the brink and I can't be stopped!
(Except by a cold)
