The Big Hurt
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Just got past the most awful stint of tonsillitis. Kicked it into gear by smoking with a sore throat all weekend. It isn’t the kind of sick you can snub, willpower willing. It’s the kind of sick that latches onto you like a monkey, shrieking and clawing and quaking with fleas, making pretty damn sure that you know that it’s there oh yes it is. My monkey held on for a whole day—24 hours of flaming skin, superfluous eyecrust, a seemingly squeamish skeleton and, of course, a throat whose condition has gone far beyond that puny, pathetic term that is sore. My throat was an open wound. My throat was disagreeable the way an epileptic elephant set in a cramped electrified cage on a bed of live mice is disagreeable. If I tried to swallow my own spit, my whole upper body would try to heave it back out, having understood that I was a functioning organism no longer. I struggled with my monkey in bed for the most part, just sleeping and writhing and feeling shit-sorry for myself up until my significant other, as such creatures are wont to do, came back with the most glorious antibiotics and a mission to get me fed.
This entry has no point other than to announce the fact that I have been very, very, sick, for people who have been very, very sick would very much like their having been very, very sick to be known to as great a population as possible, because no way in hell would they just let this piece of information pass without having it sit in other people’s minds for just a second, even, without letting it become this conspicuous snatch of thought, because they had to fucking suffer in ways no one can possibly understand to earn that stupid mental tidbit, so everyone else had better soak this information in oh they'd better. Damn straight.
EDIT: And vote for us, demmet!
posted by marguerite @ 8:01 PM
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