Tuesday, April 10, 2007

I close my eyes, but I am not tired. Instead, I am weary. I ache. I think I have a temperature… I lay here, sweaty, weakened… useless. And all the more guilty for it. The medic spoke to the doctor, and gave me drugs in a little plastic baggie. “Yes, it’s going around. I had three patients just yesterday, and we were chock full all last week. Come back if it gets any worse.” At first his chipper tone sounds so artificial, but then I remember the patients he must deal with who don’t have the flu. The ones they carry in.

And so I lay here. I haven’t eaten since the day before yesterday, but at least the diarrhea has stopped. Tomorrow I will go to work.


Blogger lalavoie said...

you need to DRINK DRINK DRINK fluids!! The diahrea may be gone because you're dehydrated! Drink water, drink gatoraid!! That's more important than eating. I know you!!! Take a drink right now!!

April 10, 2007 9:41 AM  
Blogger LePensure said...

I did. Grumble, grumble.

April 11, 2007 6:55 AM  
Blogger KAB said...

This all doesn't have anything to do with homemade (or Hooch-made) spaghetti does it?

April 11, 2007 9:16 AM  

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