Sick

[creativesoul]

The crud- they call it- like a bad NyQuil commercial- ending with the cartoon character in the mucinex box - that little green motherfucker- I have gotten used to not kissing and hugging or shaking hands- I cheer a a few signs of health although- they appear to be far and few between- I am no longer hungry- but went to cordon blu interview eyeing Kleenex like it was gold- I carry a roll of paper towels and go to the doctor- that is what I got besides walking the dog-doctors are funny- i have had doctors that listen to me- and load me down with medication- this guy is like the norman rockwell old dude- with his lil tantrum about 'not dictating to him' i guess he needs to feel like he is the smart guy in the room-like my friends lil dog- has to make noise-
when i am sick- i am basicly unfriendly- slightly bitchy and feeling left out of the mainstream of life- which if i am not mistaken- is what everyone feels- why it has to come to this- every winter-so my solutions are to crank the heat up high- and rub myself with ooil and then a hot shower- and that steam just opens it all up- then for that sleep- the sleep that brings the sand into the corner of your eyes = the dreamtime has hidden gifts and there- i hope we can solve the problems we didnt solve while awake- so it goes- the blankets are fine- very fine-