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Week of High Fever
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Miscellany
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The daughter visited, stayed a week, quiet visit, the Kootenays, winter, they're quiet. It's not summer, not by a long shot. Hot springs, Yellow Deli, other small diversions, but really just good to see her.
And when she leaves I notice it, I'm getting far too cold for the temperature outside, cold, shivering, shaking, begin a painful cough...
See her off on the bus, that night it begins. High fever, cold fits, shakes, fever, sweats, fever dreams...
Garbage dreams. Of green mesh plastic trays filled with crockery, tin tea-pots, enough, and I try to clear them away, wake, start again...the same...
I'm serving, ridiculously ornate tea services, busy-ish, but I realize I'm not working, I'm sleeping, awake, I shouldn't be dreaming this, fall back asleep, the same again...
A cold light coming out of the kitchen in a small town Chinese restaurant...
And, from somewhere when I was a child and this sick, the same, feelings of inadequacy, despair, I know it's the fever but can't get over it, the sheets are drenched, soaked, I wake, fall back asleep, the same garbage dreams over and over again...
I'm still going to work. I'm dead man walking, dead on my feet, but we're slow enough it can pass. Batshit comes by, he's been gone for weeks, he's got Xmas presents, dozens of them, sitting there, he gets me to buy him a drink (his tastes have grown this holiday season), some food, he throws the empty Styrofoam container towards the garbage - from his chair 40 feet away - he misses, he beckons me to come over, pick it up, I'm looking at him, WTF? I'm fucking dead, sick as a dog, no patience for this today...he's laughing...
home by 3:15, in bed, asleep, 18 hours of sweating, fever, chills, shakes, work again...
A full five days until it breaks. It hasn't broken yet, still, slight chills and fever, but it's a lot better. The dreams, every night the same. 2 Bowls of soup in 5 days, I try solid food for the first time yesterday, it's wrong, chips, wrong, the texture, flavour, salsa - all salt, metallic, licorice, bitter, nothing tastes like it should, this, apparently, isn't unusual.
It's been a long time since I've been this sick. And coming out of this well I can only hope it's a long time until I'm this sick again. Death, I'm sure, would be easier.
Prozac, and the new epidemic of depression
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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An excellent long read that looks at the rise of anti-depressants as treatments for chemical imbalances in the brain.
Spoiler, the short answer is they don't. But it doesn't stop us for looking for quick fixes and all the quacks in Western Medicine are far too happy to oblige.
The Nephew on Xmas Eve
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: People
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He forwards me a few screenshots as to what he's been up to...finding me a date for Xmas, apparently...
Nothing of Interest
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: WTF
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In the absence of anything interesting in my own life at the moment I'll take you on a tour of, well, more interesting things.
Like this fellow, who inherited a bigfoot body from his pa who shot it in 1953 and stages "Bigfoot Unboxings" on YouTube.
Links: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G03bNA-gpXE (the Head) & this one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ft7nBx9oRl4
Upon first watching I was taking him at his word, not that there was Bigfoot, of course, but that he somehow came into some preposterous shit and was just crazy enough to believe it. The boy assures me I've lived too long in Foon and that he's taking the piss. Either way he's one-of-a kind batshit brilliant. I mean, the pigeon landing on his head? Genius!
And then there's the weirdest British Television Commercials: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYrjEcrJHM0
...and the Best Christmas Ever (also courtesy of the UK): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dIpi0kle1g0. Did I mention what I want for Christmas? Never mind...
Then there was Mitch O'Connell's collection of Swinger Ads from print magazines, The Craigslist of yesteryear, only - if you can believe it, even more fucked up. No, really...
http://mitchoconnell.blogspot.ca/2017/12/the-wild-weird-world-of-vintage-surreal.html
Yeah, and those are I suspect mostly the tame ones. Then there's the 100KG bust of Cocaine at the Sweetgrass border crossing:
100,000 "hits of cocaine", via the Calgary Herald, Law Enforcement clearly hasn't got a clue, Cocaine is sold in "grams", which are roughly .7 grams in weight and cut usually in excess of 50% with tranquilizers, anti-depressants or other drugs, meaning a 100 KG of Cocaine will yield the enterprising dealers in excess of 300, 000 "Grams" of saleable merchandise, which is generally portioned out in "Lines" on bathroom and kitchen counter-tops. 1 "Gram" yields several lines, depending on tastes and budget.
These people work in enforcing laws about things of which they haven't got a fucking clue. They make Mr. Bigfoot head look like a fucking trained professional. How did it ever come to this?
And finally, completing the full days round of ridiculousness and prevarications with the Pentagon's disclosure of 22 Million dollars spent investigating what amount's to UFO's. I want to believe, I really do, but there are too many possibilities not considered (reflections, objects closer to camera, on camera lenses, problems with software interpreting images, etc) before I get on the "They're Here" bandwagon. And - given the allocation of the contract to a very interested party - hardly objective - I'm thinking that this is just a ridiculous cover-up of misspent patronage. Nonetheless: http://digg.com/2017/ufo-evidence-pentagon, https://theconcourse.deadspin.com/someone-explain-to-me-the-alien-alloys-before-i-fucking-1821387673. Note there's no mention of how these "alloys" were recovered, or any other details, it's all just titillation and misdirection, folks, nothing to see here...
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