thoughts from a confused and aching head
There are few things that are worse than being sick. One of those things is be nondeterministically sick. For the past three days I have found myself in just such a state. How, you might ask, is it possibly for a state of sickness to be beyond identification? Well imagine if you will alternating back and forth between fever, dizziness, cold sweats, pounding headaches, aching muscles, and an assortment of other aches and pains on one side and a state of upmost health, capable of attacking all of life’s activities with vigor and enjoyment, on the other side. Now imagine doing that for three days without so much as a five minute warning as to when it will switch. One minute I will desire nothing but to curl up in a little ball and cease to feel, and the next moment, like a flip of a switch I fell as if I have never been sick (nor shall I ever be). So…yeah….fun.
Sorry to hear about your illness and your vacation time at death’s door. Hopefully the demonic hold around your metaphysical malfunction will loose its grip and they health may go free.