Sick Blogging
It never occurred to me that I was running myself down, but it's starting to come together today. The screen's a little blurry as I write but my head has decided to allow a little clarity of thought.
The last few days have been of the in-and-out of consciousness variety, moments of awareness interspersed with long bouts of tossing and turning in bed, alternately mewling and coughing depending on which demanded more attention, my joints and muscles or the phlegm trying to force its way out through my raw throat.
I think the neighbor gave me some antibiotics the other day, and offered a penicillin injection; but I hate needles and my gringo upbringing of not trusting civilians with strong medicine made me hesitate long enough that I may have offended. I'll ask tonight when I see her.
I've had people mention malaria and dengue, but who knows? I've certainly had enough bug bites over the past couple of months as I worked the back yard. Mosquitoes have been the least of my worries. After three days of decreasing productivity in the sun, chopping and hauling trees and branches I had finally gotten a hold of another electrician. (Two months ago I was supposed to be finished with all that, but the Central American disease of never finishing a job if it can be avoided kicked in.) I decided to work close to the house as the new guy did his thing.
I focused on the task of reclaiming some used tile, which had to be moved anyway, and I went at it with a wire brush. It seemed that each overturned tile brought something new and exciting to life, as in 'holy crap, I had no idea so many ants could exist in such a small place.' Very fast spiders, beetles of one sort or another, worms and the inevitable scorpion, which discovery added to a nightmare or two. That night at dinner in Amigos a couple of the local ex-pats added to my tale with stories of tarantulas bigger than my hand as well. (The favorite scorpion story usually involves a baby in a crib, which a local bug spray manufacturer has seen fit to amplify in one of its TV commercials.)
At the end of scraping the crap off the tile day two, I felt a tinge at the back of my throat. My landlord was also complaining of a cold. Day three and I got maybe an hour's worth of work done before I had to take to bed. I've been in and out of it since. It looks like the power is back on for the moment so I'll try and post.
Next Day:
That didn't work. The internet was/is malfunctioning but my windows are getting longer to get stuff online.
Took a shot in the ass yesterday, which flushed me and put me down for about five minutes. I got up and around a bit, managed to eat, then eventually settled in for some DVD entertainment (Angel: Season Four. Yes, I am a dweeb.) Around midnight I called it quits and tossed and turned until seven in the morning when the mini-super opened. Bought some orange juice and managed to get to sleep (sort of) around eight. Woke up at 4 in the afternoon when the electrician came to present his bill.
It's coming up on 9 PM on Friday and the buzzing in my head isn't boding well for any kind of peaceful sleep. No food to speak of today, a Coke and a bag of chips, but it's all I could get down. My throat is so raw that my two-pack a day habit has been cut in half, which is weird because when I get sick I usually smoke more. Go figure.
I probably shouldn't post this, as I'm not in my right mind at the moment and proofreading in not in the cards, but hey, it is all part of that big blog experiment, no? I can always delete when I come to my senses. I'm not proud.
