Aw, shit! Influenza, duck did I, but she got me

[<sarah>]

Koda, Last year I got this monster bronchial infection. I thought I was going to die -- really. I called my mother in tears saying I don't want to go to sleep I'm scared I'll go into a coma. I also passed out when I sliced my finger once and don't plan on having children for these very selfish reasons.

Anyway I agree with you on the whole idea that everyone judges for himself. I enjoy using my own judgment personally, but I often misjudge so . . .

I do have to say it is a horrible feeling when you get this great book, read this great poem, listen to this great song, and try to share and someone poohs your choice. Taste is a reflection or at least an extention of you, if you don't judge by someone else's standards, and when what you relate to is rejected by someone else, it sort of feels like they are rejecting that part of you. I just experienced this today when I saw the pained expression on my friend's face when he said, "No, I didn't really like that song." (Because he knows my little theory, but he's an honest guy.)

Being sick is a good excuse for reading and listening to your own good music. Enjoy your illness, and get well as soon as you need to.

Revel in what you like -- what else is there??

[<sarah>]

Oh, I also meant to say. Smoking while sick is stupid, but I am so freaking addicted that I would try over and over again, and it felt like there was a hot coal on my lung, so I would put out my smoke only to try it again an hour later.

[KodaKangus]

Oh, fucking holes! Here in the windy, rainy, and snowy southwestern region of Germany, a nasty flu's been going around. It's hit me bad, real bad. I try to write and my brain just won't allow the translation to take place through my fingertips. It hurts in there, feels like a communist is pounding metal against the insides of my skull. I close my eyes and they burn so bad I can't sleep. This, by far, is the worst flu I've had. It's the kind where you don't puke, so you never get that post-puke, empty stomach type satisfaction. No relief. Ib profin can only do so much. I've pushed so many fluids that my bladder feels like it's hanging off the end of my uerethra. Perhaps to graphic is my description. You all know what it's like to be sick, don't you? This rambling is pointless, except I felt like I needed to write something, somewhere. And low and behold, Pax-Acidus just happened to be there in the favorites menu, tempting my mouse to click on it.

I have one thing to say. Irony's not necessarily bullshit. It's hard to judge by definition what good irony is, so I won't cause myself anymore headaches. But read Faulkner, he makes wonderful uses of irony. I'd also say that Edgar Poe is quite under-rated. His writing, though dark, and sometimes whiny, portrays genius rooted events in his stories that are labeled as irony. It's a good literary device if utilized properly. By the way, he had good reasons to bitch and whine, so let there be no judgement on his character for that. But who's to judge a writer's character? It's the writing that we create, that we unvail, that's meant to be absorbed by the average Christopher. Only that can be judged. We are all critical with what we read. If we see something we like, we say "that's good". If not, we say, "that's boring, shit, hogwash." It's unavoidable. The point of this writing is not so you'll read it. I just want you all to know I'm sick with the flu, and it sucks. I've been bed-ridden all day, and that sucks, too. The only thing that keeps my attention is Hunter S. Thompson. So I'm gonna go back to reading him before I go to sleep.

I apologize to anybody who read this expecting that there was some sort of point deep within. There's not, I'm sick is all. And to all you healthy people, fuck you. You piss me off. Go on with your daily activities while I suffer in stasis. Although, I might say, quitting smoking is a lot easier when you have the flu...you just don't want one. Beautiful, beautiful, absolutely beautiful. I say to you, Ooh!!! Get the flu if you're still having trouble with kicking the habit. I'd imagine that the dirty brits have some good illnesses to dip into...shit, the German's sure do.

So...influenza, I tried to invade the crazy bitch, but she's ruthless. She sunk her dull fangs right into the back of my head...and now I'm pissed. Peace...sirs and un-sirs, I have some Thompson to read, a valuable comfort.

[Sloth]

I always try to smoke menthols when i am sick. i keep thinking of that mentholatum commerical as a kid.

[<sarah>]

thanks, Koda, I don't know if it was power of suggestion, but here I sit with a hack and a head cold. I did get to go see the very cute Dr. John G today; only a step up from Doogie Howsier, much much goofier, and cute, cute, cute. What a nice added bonus to getting drugs.

[<h.>]

I feel the pain. I caught the nasty, plegmy, won't go the fuck away ick that has been plagueing me for 2 weeks. I cough. I sweat. I hurt...
I'm avoiding the doc because mine is not cute. Mine is a woman with a moustache who hates me because I am a dirty smoker.
Sleep, tea, and the occasional hot bath make it a little better. Along with over the counter cold medicine. I honestly believe nyquil (or it's generic knock-off) is from the devil. I sleep like the dead and wake with a little drool pool dried to my face. I can look forward to my body healing itself in the next few weeks.
For the record: I've smeared myself with vicks vap-o-rub. I smell awful but feel better. So I don't give a damn.
d'ya think I'm sexy?
heh.
get well, kids. I will.

[KodaKangus]

Aha! I've forgotten to check these replies that were spawned, but I've since gotten better. As far as my quitting cigarettes thing, I've failed miserably. Like usual, smoked like a fucking bonfire to make up for the missed nicotine fix during the time I was out with the fluey bitch. Heheh. But still, my efforts to stop are becoming a tiddle bitty easier, the constant want for cigarettes is slowly dwindling due to the presence of so much phlegm in the depths of my oral cave. I'm trying to add a little meat to my otherwise, scrawny frame, so visits to the gym seem to keep the addiction snuffed a bit. It sucks getting in an aerobic workout when you just got done smoking half a pack. Sorry for spreading my disease, but at least some of you have attractive doctors. Sorry again, to those of you whose doctors are of the female species yet boast mustaches. That has to suck. Smoke herb to fix your nausea and headaches, I sure as hell can't. I know nobody in Germany. Enjoy, get your weed from the Seattle area, northwestern pot is the greatest!

[<rosie>]

nothing like the homegrown hydroponic weed from the nw. as for docs with mustaches i'll take care of that. what about sending you a little nugget underneath a stamp that always works, done it a million times.

[<sarah>]

h. I hope you feel better -- I usually get the one hundred and eighty seven year old version of you know you shouldn't smoke too, and I feel bad and hang my head. They make you pay for what you get. Just say look, I know it's my fault I'm sick. Now let it be your fault that I'm well.

Or you could use this one, a friend of mine said this to a guy who tried to use -- you know smoking isn't good for your health-- to pick her up. Her response made me laugh, which was really insensitive and rude, but come on nonsmokers, if you have a problem with smoking, don't hit on a smoker: OH MY GOD!! I had no idea that smoking could be harmful to my health -- I'll stop right now, thanks.