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I’m sick again. Dammit all to hell.

Those of you who know me (or who spend any time at all reading my blog) already know that of the things I do poorly, being sick is probably in the top ten. I am a REALLY bad sick person. I whine and moan and lie on the sofa making pitiful little “I’m sick. Why? Why me?” faces and in general wallow in it.

Then I resent the fact that I wallow in it and begin having very strong feelings about the little micro-fuckwad-organisms that got me in this situation in the first place. Nothing like placing the blame on someone else. (cf. June blog, the last time I was sick). Then I get really angry and make lists of all the things I could have been accomplishing had I not had my unfortunate little encounter with the micro-fuckwad-organism that i am *so* going to slam into dust as soon as I get this prescription filled. (Hear that, you thousands of squirmy, smarmy little bastards? I’m coming for you. Your apocalypse is nigh. Get praying.)

Let’s just put it this way. I only like active cultures in yogurt, penicillin, and anthropology. Everything else can just bugger off.

I read once that positive visualization is often very helpful for sick people. They imagine the medicine helping them and it actually helps more. Well, as a writer with an overactive imagination I am picturing a veritable ARMY of antibodies, white blood cells and antibiotics kicking the shit out of the interlopers. We’re talking D-Day. We’re talking scorched earth. We’re talking weapons of mass destruction.

Some people like to think of their bodies as a temple. I prefer to regard mine as a police state.

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