Sickness
I have just begun to overcome a flu-like malaise, in which my hair ached and I could sense where my skin attached to my massive frame. It was great. I learned a lot about myself, especially the flaws in my connective tissue.ACI was brought in to stare at me.
"Your mighty father has been brought low by the caprices of jealous gods," I said.
"Yah," she said.
In a week or so, I will teach her to say, "How can there be a G-d in a world in which my father is ill?"
My body was very sensitive. It hurt to yawn. When I couldn't sleep, I read parts of Joan Didion's "The Year of Magical Thinking" which manifested itself in my house after this post. Note to readers: this book might not be a good one to peruse when you're sick.
I was less tolerant. I brought some alcohol to my neighbor's Oscar party. I asked if I could make him a drink.
"No," he said, "but you can have one."
Really? I can have some of the liquor that I brought and it would be OK with you? Should I have brought my own chair or can I use one of yours?
Normally I speak in unspoken italics all the time, because I'm surrounded by fools. Instead, I said something I regret:
"No kidding."
I'm sorry I offended you, dummy.
This morning I woke up feeling much better, though I still feel kind of an otherworldly buzzing in my skin that is not unpleasant.
A shout out to my cat, Frampton, who sat by my side throughout my sickness. We have known each other for almost ten years, and I'm sure that when I drop dead she knows what parts of me to start eating.In that, as a journalist, I am often accused of "burying the lead" (which means that the main point of the story is not in the first paragraph where it belongs but somewhere else entirely, if it is present, in my stories, at all) I feel that Frampton is a perfect representation of my writing style. She is a right-side-up triangle rather than an inverted one.
I think I might still be delirious.
There is a good chance I no longer exist. My evidence is as follows:
- The mavervorl.com domain name was stolen
- Increased occurences of people "dropping" my name (when people drop your name it only benefits them)
- Frampton's deathwatch
- This weekend my identity was stolen as I lay in bed. Some Moscow banking institution reported about $850 worth of ATM transactions on my debit card. The same thing happened in "The Master And Margarita". When I called my bank to report this I told them I felt that I'd really arrived.
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by Marty Barrett at Monday, March 06, 2006
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