Welcome back, Cholera

well, perhaps not so dire. But my perennial complaint has returned, with a vengeance. I have the damp, wet cough that has been my signature sickness since the early 80’s. My access to modern health care will undoubtedly recommend antibiotics, but garlic and chicken soup will also do exactly the same thing. Fortify my body, while it does its thing. I did follow instructions, and was brushed, washed, and in bed by 9:50 last night.

Then I was up at 3 this morning. I did force myself back under for another hour or so, but rest is a half remember’d dream. The fully remembered dreams involved a demonic version of my mother arguing with me about calling in sick to work/school, and misinterpreting a scorecard that technically was in my handwriting, but incomplete. Ma, there are three months left to go on that project. It’s not an F yet! Also, one of my main characters is fighting a battle with words. Literally, and his struggle may allow me to salvage the chapter I wrote yesterday.

Also, the ghosts are back with some sort of message for me to work on, and are quite insistent about it. So, I’m going to be spending part of this week dealing with their issues, which probably have something to do with the state of my kitchen, and the attention I’ve been giving elsewhere of late. These sort of dreams happen a lot when I am sick, as a portion of my damaged brain works on things, and makes my body go.

Which means, of course, that I’m not on Plan this week. Not only is there Turkey day, but past experience has shown that when my body shuts down to repel invaders, it really shuts down, and begins stocking up for the fight. This weekend was no different, and although I was massively hydrated, I spent a lot of hours upright and taxing the system with such activities as dancing, drinking, and drinking. My body responded in kind, and required of me not the songs of Zion, but sugary substances, fiber, bread and dairy.

Only 25% of that list is “good” for me, and as expected, I’m back up in the 80s with a combination of new tissues, both muscle and adipose. Today, there will be oatmeal (already in), chicken soup, fruit, perhaps pastrami, and the promised cake. I’ve got a bag of vegetables on deck, should the need arise. I’ll also have to go and get some nice antioxidants, something I did manage to work in this weekend, but not in quantities equal to the Vanilla Stoli and green fairy varietals we did sample.

And rum. sweet, sweet rum. I was even offered a full bottle of that demon spirit to take home with me, but I declined.

You can tell I am sick, surely.

More later, I have a letter to write, and possibly some typing to do. This morning’s dreams were disturbing, but not damagingly so. I hope to get back on keel and maintain my current state for the next few days. I have other responsibilities as well, and will be a busy, busy Bhagwan for the foreseeable future.

Life is funny, you know?