breaking it.

holy crap, friends!
i don't know if i've ever sweat as much as i did last night
at any time ever before in my whole entire actual human life!
gross.
after being locked up in the thrall and throes of a squall of squalor,
a storm of poor conditions and poorer spirits,
and the broken bone-aching weary bleary-eyed blunt-force battle against
hot flashes and hot temperatures and cold chills from too-high of fevers-
i sweat so much i soaked through five F*ing blankets,
and all the sheets and shirts and shorts and socks too.
ugh.
and sure, neighbors,
i'd had a high fever for more than a couple days,
but,
i'm not a tiny diapery doo-doo baby,
and i still went to work, and i still probably spread the flu-like fire
into every open pathogen pathway i picture-punctured into all those people.
uh-huh.
sharing is caring.
and i care....
...a LOT.
the thing of it is-
i figured i'd need to see about some sort of expert medical opinion
regarding all this light-headed arthritic old and busted diseasy jauns-
since the unsolicited advice of all the moms i met was that a four day fever
is definitely really bad for you.
eh.
i shed a few pounds;
i exercised my abdomen accidentally with gut-clenching spasms;
i watched a whole sh!tload of shows and series without the guilt of wasting time.
it wasn't ALL bad for me, i guess.
i was worried, though,
after not sleeping,
and not really being all-the-way-aware of the world, and the work, and the week,
as my weakened perceptions gave way to a hazy fugue of ague and sleep.
well,
the illusion of sleep, and the steady thrum of superheated body fire keeping me up
whenever the shakes weren't holding it down.
but not anymore!
a gallon of sick sweaty syrup shed off of my body,
and i'm right as rain
albeit a little shaky.
i'm ready for what's next,
because losing ground isn't any good unless you're backing up for a running start
and the momentum is applied to a flying leap.
i'd probably do well to start stretching first;
never quiet, never soft.....