Nurse: The hypochondriac in room 69 is dead.
Doc: Ah, now he's exaggerating.
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Am I exaggerating? Who knows?
Anyway:
Wish I were well. I am not, though.
May those who sent me e-mails and did not yet receive an answer, forgive my laziness.
Be sure, my thoughts are with you much more often than I let you know.
And, please, be sure, too, I am tired of (mentioning) my self-inflicted weakness.
Therefore, I have decided from today onwards to 'have' one post a day.
Photos, mostly.
Not many words I suppose.
Neither I may 'feel like' answering comments - if there are some.
See?! Words don't come easy to me these ... months.
So good, the more, to see / imagine your lenient smiles.
Thank you.
And: The peace of the night.
A photo a day will be wonderful, Sean. Best Wishes.:)
ReplyDeleteYou think you've got problems? Huh. I told my doctor I think I'm a hypochondriac and he told me I was just imagining it.
ReplyDeleteAhem... Windmills? You think they are going to stop whirling just to let you get better?
ReplyDeleteI know a hypochondriac who has actually become seriously ill - one of the most difficult patients to nurse I have ever known! Now, instead of imagining that he's sick all the time, he imagines that he's dying ...
ReplyDeleteI like the one from one of the old Lives of the Saints:
"He died, worn out by a life full of penance, illness and suffering, at the age of 95."
You think Andrew thinks he has problems!
ReplyDeleteI told Andrew's doctor that I thought he was a hypochondriac and he said, "He is but he's also imagining it!"
Eh!!!!
Whatever you do, Sean, don't feel obliged or pressured. You can always downshift to a photo a week, or a single word a month, if the going is tough! (Just make sure it's a good word.)
ReplyDeleteI guess my comment was selfish.....:(
ReplyDeleteBut I repeat it: A photo a day!
Dear Sean, you've got to fight this.:)
ILLNESS (Mark R Slaughter)
Clawing at the guts of life
(The enteron exudes in desperation)
Targeting a disconnection of the fizzing brain,
Viral armies work the anatomic landscape,
-breaking, entering; raping the
very cells that constitute the unison of being.
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How dare they! How bloody dare they!
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Sh*t! You can't even see the little b*st*rds!
They're eating you away and you don't even see them-
It's as if one day, your body suddenly decided to rot-
Before your very consciousness.
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Nurse Claude says: You've got to fight that.
One photo a day, dear, dear Sean.;-)
It will be wonderful to see photos from you. Photos can quite often speak a thousand words :-)
ReplyDeleteBut most of all take care of yourself while you recover.
Well....Maybe every 3 days? :))))))
ReplyDeleteBe well, friend.:)
It'll be great to see you back blogging regularly. I hope you do feel better soon Sean
ReplyDeleteClaude,
ReplyDeleteAndrew,
Problems? Me? Huh ...
Don QuiScottie,
what a question. Both we know windmills are much more sophisticated, don't we?
Francis,
... at the age of 113 I might agree.
Calum,
let us - for a moment - forget about Andrew and (other) hypochondriac contemporaries.
Up the Pars! [I told you, didn't I?]
Stan,
my dear friend: one day I shall find the very word to express my feelings for you. Hopefully.
Meanwhile: Thank you!
Claude,
ah! Thanks to the nurse! :)
CherryPie,
you do, of course, know how good your words make me feel, hm? :)
Thank you very much.
Claude,
so far, I am getting close to one photo/post a day, am I not?
Jams,
thank you so much for your good wishes. I suppose most people in my situation would feel obliged to say they are feeling 'much better'.
We do not need such lies, do we?
Thus again: Thank you, my friend.
Sean, you just take good care or yourself!! That's what's important. Sending good thoughts your way.
ReplyDeleteNatalie/Knatolee
Knatolee,
ReplyDeletewho am I not to obey,
dear mother of bees and hens?
Seriously: Thank you you very much, Mylady.