“Stayin’ Alive”

 

               “Stayin’ Alive”

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This will be a shortie. I’m down with a flu. Most everybody has had a flu at least once so you know how I feel.

I am grateful to all the Gods-that-be including the no-gods, covering my bases, that I had a flu vaccination a month or so ago. Otherwise, I might be really sick.

As it is, I want to lie down and die. As long as I’m going to lie down and die, I might as well have a book in my hand. Despite the pain, (Did I mention pain?), this book presented something on every other page that caused me to mindlessly hoot loud laughs, which is not the worst way to go. I still wanted to die.

That was day two. Now we are on day three and I have marginally less pain in my bones. My head is okay as long as I don’t move my neck. Fever and chills are still hanging around, false entertainment that they are.

One of the hardest things about being sick is that I’m not going on dog walks with Lola. She seems to understand. I tell myself that.

Not to mention, my brains have gone walkabout, and I don’t want to talk to anyone, not that anyone would want to hang out with me in this condition. I include phone and email sort of interactions which we think are not contagious, but what do we know, they could hang out there with all the other conspiracy theories. Just leave me alone.

Sondra Ashton

HWC: Looking out my back door

Jan third week, 2025

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