On sickness

So for the past four days I have been sick with the flu. We are talking deliriously muttering, staying in bed for three days, wanting to drill a hole in my skull to relieve some of the pressure that is threatening to destroy my entire brain sick.

It has not been fun, though I think I am over the worst of it now, as I can think as long as I keep the concentration of pseudoephedrine and phenylephrine high in my blood stream. All that to say, I am considerably more loopy that I should be and probably shouldn't be writing because I might say something inappropriate or something. But you know, I go with it because we are edgy, people! Edgy!

I am propped up on a couch. My roommate made brie which smells delicious but sort of makes my ill tummy want to die. My ex-roommate is playing with my iPad. She is messing with the Garage Band app. The results are already enjoyable. But I am biased toward this dear friend because she is a dear friend. I was getting texted and in my slightly more than not delirious state, I just didn't know what was going on and was beginning to panic.

Why? I don't know. I haven't held down solid food in the past three days people.

She just took my cell phone and told me she would handle it.

In my mind, two things happened immediately. First, I was flooded with relief that someone was looking out for me. Second, I imagined my friend as if she were Italian and in the Mafia. She then in a Marlin Brando fashion stroked her chin and said, "Yeah, I'll handle dis." But such is my very creative mind.

Anyway, being that I am well enough to sit up, I was very productive today. I read all about the Japanese earthquake, tsunami, nuclear meltdown, and volcano. It just goes to show that when you are thinking you are having a bad day because you have the flu, it can always get worse.

But seriously, folks, be praying for that poor nation.

I also researched a song that is popular with some of the more "worldly" students at the very conservative Christian school where I teach. It is Rihanna's S&M. A song all about sadomasochism and sex. While one could argue that it is talking about the desire for every woman to be a dirty skank, you could also say that it is really about the Illuminati. Oh yes, as it turns out, there is a whole movement of people who think it is about satanic worship.

Sometimes this world makes me very confused.