Now, again done the medicine prescribed, giant gobstoppers of Amoxicillin, 6 per day, now used up. The rest is to nature, and I’m exhausted, feeling as if I’ve stood against the ropes while Mike Tyson took 6 or 7 rounds and got it all out of his system. I’ve still a cough, but the expectorate has lost it’s malignant hue.
Outside, since I’ve been sick, perhaps 3 feet of snow and now a continual drizzle. On the dark asphalt, slick, still a couple of moist yellow spots where I spat on the first days of my sickness, bits of the plague in the flesh, clinging to the asphalt as if waiting for spring when they can begin to grow and crawl and evolve into something else…
I’ve been subject to strange cravings, cookie dough, Pillsbury croissants, dark chocolate and salted caramel ice cream. Shanghai noodles, I’ve stocked my fridge, Asian food, it’s a small town, there’s no going out for this, better to make it for oneself.
Now, time for a walk, and then a longer one, this convalescence will demand some energy I don’t have but a walk, a longer walk, perhaps tomorrow try and get out of town, head out to Balfour and see what all this rain and snow have brought to the surface….
My apartment, a complete and utter mess, ankle deep in salt and sand, the heater failed a couple of weeks ago, still waiting on a repairman, thinking it would be sooner, thinking it would be courteous I pulled all my furniture away from the heat pump, there it’s remained, the repairman, due every day and never once shown up. Fortunately the apartment keeps reasonably warm without the heat, 17 or 18 degrees, nothing a blanket and sweater can’t handle.
And for the moment that’s it…