Friday, April 16, 2010

Great Time for a Stomach Bug

Actually, I'm not even being sarcastic. If ever there were an excellent time to get sick, this is it. I have all my work for next week done already, except for some paper revisions, which I'll do after my partner gets my paper back to me tomorrow. For once, I have a "considerate" illness! I feel lousy, but at least it isn't interfering with a blessed thing. I can lay here on my couch, moaning and whimpering, and know that there is nothing that needs my attention.

On the negative side, I was planning to go to the Tax Day Tea Party tonight. Unfortunately, since I have fever, chills, and vomiting, I am thinking that staying in is a much better idea. I got the apartment cleaned earlier in the week, so I have a hygienic place in which to convalesce.

Jasper is being very sympathetic. He has not left my side since yesterday evening, when the fever and vomiting first kicked in. He brought me his favorite toy to comfort me and even offered me two of his bones. And, when I partially missed the basin earlier this morning, he kindly cleaned up the bulk of it for me while I was in the kitchen getting cleaning supplies. He was also very obliging when I then, in turn, cleaned HIM up, brushed his teeth (with doggie toothpaste, not human), and fed him a breath mint (which he seemed to like). Later, he took a nap with me on the couch.

Which reminds me, it's time for a third blanket and a second nap.

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"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"