I Am Dying of Consumption

Last night I got so sick I was shivering under blankets with a fever until 1am. I fell asleep until 3am, and then was up until daylight feeling horrible. I woke up in the middle of the night speaking Spanish while Jacques Cousteau’s son narrated a PBS documentary about the ocean and its “wild weefs” (he has a spech impediment). Kathy brought me tea and stayed with me for a while. This morning I had every intention of going into the office, but when I stood up it felt like every vein in my body had been injected with the kind of quick-setting latex that I imagine Kai and Andrea will one day put into some unwilling innocent’s bloodstream. I went back to bed and woke up in the afternoon. I’ve been taking pills, eating cookies, and watching Queen Latifah movies and BBC shows on DVD. I’m feeling better as the day goes on, but I hope it’s not just because it’s my strong hours. I have things to do tonight! Let’s hope I don’t start shaking again when the sun goes down. If I do, have me hold some cans of separated paint.

5 Comments to I Am Dying of Consumption

by Rebecca

On March 29, 2006 at 3:09 pm

If you really have consumption, I might have to throw you over the side of our wagon so you don’t infect everyone else. We can make it to Oregon without you.
by brad

On March 29, 2006 at 3:44 pm

i will not perish simply because you’d rather i didn’t cough on you.
by Andrea

On March 30, 2006 at 3:55 am

you’re so full of shit. consumption is just tuberculosis and you’re not dying of it until you’re caughing up blood.
by brad

On March 30, 2006 at 3:05 pm

“caughing,” doc rock? is that the official medical spelling, o ye of little graduate degree?
by anonymousmom

On March 30, 2006 at 8:06 pm

don’t hate brad because he can’t help but edit.

everything.

all the time.

we should all probably buy stock in red pens.