Whatever bug befell me is still with
me. I pretty much kicked my bed’s ass again
last night in fitful sleep. I
disemboweled one pillow, flung the bedding to the floor, and managed to once
again slide under the mattress sheet instead of on top.
What the hell?
As I sit writing this, the island time
is 4:30 in the morning. A massive clangor
of a headache woke me. Some neighborhood
dogs are barking in the distance.
The flu has given me a different
conception of what’s inside my head. As I
progress through the night, sleeping, or drag myself about during the day, I
have come to appreciate how much changing the position of my head changes
everything about how I feel. When I
shift my head, new compartments inside my head fill with headache fluid. Other fluids leak from different corners of
my mouth. I ache in new places and I’m
unbalanced in new ways.
Well, later this morning, at 8:00
island time, I plan to go to a new snorkeling beach with the rest of the
team. If a pillow case is still clinging
to me from my night’s battle with the bed, I intend to drag that sumabitch
along with. I’m not ready to snorkel
just yet, but I can sit on the beach looking as hapless as the next tourist.
On their outing yesterday, the rest of
the crew saw a giant centipede while I lay in bed at the villa, sniffling. A giant centipede is the kind of bug I prefer
to battle today.
-- Mitchell
Hegman
Be well
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