On being sick

You never really appreciate all the holes in your head until one or more of them becomes inoperable.

I’ve got the plague going around the office and it knocked me down last night, so today has been spent at home doing very little, trying to breathe.

The irony, of course, is all the ill effects from a cold, the flu, ebola, etc., are thanks to your own immune system, which tends to deal with invaders the same way the U.S. military treats potential threats in faraway lands: by carpet bombing them out of existence.  It’s the collateral damage that causes the head throbbing and nose running and throat scratching nonsense.  Alas.  If only our personal ecosystems had a better sense of proportion.

Off to have some soup.

Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *