A Self-Reminder (From My Diaries)
I am so sick and tired of being sick and tired that I have to bring onto paper my fathomless feelings of disgust with my lousy body and all the negative thoughts that have increasingly overcome me during the past four weeks, since I first got that merciless flue. The pus slowly filled my eight or ten sinus cavities before descending into my lungs and starting a generalized downspin of ungodly proportions.
I took anti-inflammatory medicine, then doubled it up with Benadryl to dry up the running mucus flows, and finally (when that still didn’t help) I put myself on generic penicillin for a week. That did the trick for a few days … until I got infected again. From that point on, it all went downhill.
Today, finally, I went to see an ear and nose specialist. The good doctor punished me with a very severe look from behind his thick glasses when he discovered all that yellow-greenish stuff in my throat.
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Anyway, the only reason for me to write down these details of my miserable (and almost suicidal) condition is not to complain, but rather to remind me sometime in the future of my terrible misery during these sick days.
So, if I ever get my hand on this paper again, it will serve as a reminder of how grateful I should be in good times when nothing aches and the outlook on life is all positive again. Pain has such a short memory! I want to enjoy every minute of those happy moments to come, rather than taking good health for granted and losing myself in meaningless daily routines with all those petty sideshow problems that usually mask the reality of how nice life could really be.
I took anti-inflammatory medicine, then doubled it up with Benadryl to dry up the running mucus flows, and finally (when that still didn’t help) I put myself on generic penicillin for a week. That did the trick for a few days … until I got infected again. From that point on, it all went downhill.
Today, finally, I went to see an ear and nose specialist. The good doctor punished me with a very severe look from behind his thick glasses when he discovered all that yellow-greenish stuff in my throat.
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Anyway, the only reason for me to write down these details of my miserable (and almost suicidal) condition is not to complain, but rather to remind me sometime in the future of my terrible misery during these sick days.
So, if I ever get my hand on this paper again, it will serve as a reminder of how grateful I should be in good times when nothing aches and the outlook on life is all positive again. Pain has such a short memory! I want to enjoy every minute of those happy moments to come, rather than taking good health for granted and losing myself in meaningless daily routines with all those petty sideshow problems that usually mask the reality of how nice life could really be.
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