sickened.

i am not notorious for being sick. while i will occasionally succumb to a sore throat or a sniffly nose, or even the occasional tummy bug, it's rare that i am SICK. this is why this week has, for lack of a better term, sucked the bag.

that's right i've been Sick-with-a-capital-S. feverish, stuffed up, sore throated, not sleeping nights sick. which, i will admit, has made the week interesting. i've had to contend with a job interview and a rehearsal in this state of demi-delirium, and i'd be hard pressed to tell you which was more fun, but one thing is sure: this week has been an adventure on wheels.

the last time i was this sick was february 2004, when dom and i made our pilgimage to new orleans; that time, i was so sick i really thought that being on an airplane was actually going to kill me (or at the very least cause some intenst structural damage), so intense was the pressure in my head. plus, nothing says romance quite like dripping snot all over your loved one. it was fun, and exciting, and more than eighteen months ago.

i am not of a sickly constitution; i have difficulty coping with being unwell. it is no small secret that i take after my mother on that count. she of the nonexistent stoicism.

however.

i suppose the point of this is that i wonder if i'm sick in that other way because i'm utterly fascinated by the swollen state of my lymph nodes, by the way that i can measure my return to health on an hourly basis, by the way that the body can respond to infection with a resounding bitch slap. it may not be cool, but i think the human body is pretty neat.

also, nyquil. i find nyquil pretty neat, too. because i like sleeping, and i suspect i wouldn't have gotten nearly this sick if i had been sleeping better of late. but that's an entirely different story.