SnappedShots: Indisposed

July 25, 2004: Indisposed

My sweet jellybean,

I’m so sorry I worried you. I slept almost all of yesterday. I know, I know. I should have told you I was sick. But I thought it went away. Well, it came back.

You’re the sweetest thing. I promise. If I’m not better by Monday, I’ll let you take me to Emergency. It’s so nice of you to offer. But I don’t want to go. First, I don’t want to be more than one minute from my bathroom. And second, I know I’ll have to wait in Emergency for like eight hours, I know they’ll take blood tests, I know they’ll want a stool sample and I’ll have to say all those words that I hate. Yes, I might very well die of embarrassment.

No, I’m not dead. But, last night, I would have preferred death. I went 33 hours without eating anything. But tonight I had some Mango Ice cream. Thanks for suggesting it. It was very tasty. Maybe, I’m through the worst of it.

You know I always love seeing you but not right now. The place is a mess. I’m a mess. I’ve lost weight. I’ll be alright. I promise I’ll answer my phone if I’m not sleeping or, um, indisposed.

Thanks bob, Kia. I don’t know if it’s talent to get up, throw up, set up a shot, and take an uninspired picture of Pepto Bismol. But I will take dedication. Yes. And if not dedication, then at least a horrible amount of compulsion, which looks like and walks like and acts like dedication. And if it’s not a fabulous picture of Pepto Bismol, well at least it’s a proper emblem to the wanning of my sorry (and sore) July.

Posted by: ss at July 26, 2004 12:23 AM