Le monde du vieux bandit

I spent the last two days sick as a sick dog. Cold sweats, nausea, cramps, pain, you name it. In bed. Sleeping in fits. With cats (that helps). Taking hot baths (which I never do), getting out because I’m passing out from pain or sleepiness. I’m a bit better today: as proof, I can actually sit up, and I haven’t been back to sleep in a long two hours (I was sick enough I couldn’t read, people!). It may all only (only, ha!) have been sheer exhaustion. (Damn body!) Of course to me it’s always a tumor, m.s., or anything else I’ve read about recently. I’m a health-drama-queen. Now that I’m feeling a little better, I only want to clean this dump we call home (I can only feel good when I can pretend we do NOT live in a dump, strangely enough), but really I have to take it easy (me!) and any energy I have needs to be directed to the work I could not let go of (I had to cancel out a contract and it made me more sick than anything else — it’s not something I do, but it was better than meet the deadline at the e.r.). I’m hot, I’m cold, and out thermomether says I’m at 36 (I suspect a battery change is in order, but these days when something doesn’t work the way it should, my impulse is to throw it out the window — an impulse that is happily mitigated by the screens we have and need on every window). I’m in a weird place, illness notwitstanding, and I know I need to make many a tiny change in my life, and soon. Bleah! For now I can only reflect on my recent abandonment of this here blog, whipping myself metaphorically about all the stuff I should have written down but have failed to. Milady is purring on my lap. It’s pretty clear that havings cats is saving my life and sanity daily. Now I wonder if I’ll re-read this later and think to myself “better, schmetter, vieux bandit, you were being delirious again!”

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