Monday, February 5, 2001

 

11:35 p.m. It was wonderful going out last night and celebrating a little bit. I am still looking for a suitable photo for yesterday. One will surely turn up one of these days and I will sneak back and insert it. I sort of wish I could sneak back and insert those 50-odd days back in October/November of last year when I was otherwise absent, but that would be too clearly cheating ...

... so I must hang up my iron-man leanings. Probably just as well.

I thought I had this infection cured today -- until just a few hours ago when it flared up again, with a vengeance. I tell you, if I were under a doctor's care, I'd be a wreck right now. Instead, I'm treating it with enchi-whatsis tea and aspirin and I'm sure if I almost beat it into the ground once, I can surely do it again.

But it's migraine-like in its pounding and throbbing and I tell you, it's hard to sit here and type. On the other hand, what else can I do? I've been playing screen after screen of Jewelbox, in an attempt to calm it down ... and that almost worked.

(Jewelbox, for those of you still safe, is a Tetris-like, primitive-Mac stacking and stacking faster game. Three colors in a row. Very soothing. Strangely comforting. You almost stop breathing during it, which is part of the reason your head stops pounding, probably.)

Plus, the Excedrin is starting to kick in. I'm grateful for that.

The thing is, I should have followed my instincts and fasted on juice today instead of eating the leftovers from last night's dinner. That was bad enough -- but then the thing that's done me in would be the three slices of cinnamon bread, I think. Wonder Bread, of all things.

Confession is good for the soul. Let's hope it's good for this infection. Dang, but my head is pounding.