Lolling about my bed, popping pills, and re-watching the classics like Sure Thing, Jewel of the Nile, and
Drive Me Crazy... yeah. The last few days were a little bit of a haze.
I had tonsillitis and a virus.
No I wasn't on psychedelic journey with the aid of certain herbs. I was on penicillin and antihistamines. No strange dreams. No munchies. None of that nonsense. I don't have time for that crap.
The flu I thought I had was actually tonsillitis, which explains why my usual method of having a slug of rum before bed didn't work (it stung like a mother f*cker). Then I had a virus that can only be compared to chicken pox; itchy as all hell and annoying. I wanted to strip my skin from my body with my finger nails (hence the antihistamines, to take the edge off). I had to be naked in order to keep my body temperature down so I didn't itch and the virus would leave ASAP. That and my underwear was irritating my skin.
I have been hiding for several days and have only recently ventured out into public. I am of course dressed. That said, I don't think I have any issue with being naked anymore. It is only a body, who cares if that part is flabby or I have markings here? I feel comfortable being naked... in my own home. I will not be putting on a show for the locals down the main street.
Where did all of this come from? Who knows. Tonsillitis can be contracted from anyone with an active virus and is coughing and spluttering all over the place. Could've been at the arts festival with the oldies. If I do ever find out the person responsible; I will be invoicing the costs of my pills and potions.