My throat was the dessert... The occasional sandy air flow sends me out of REM sleep, up from the bed hacking. All efforts to move my body were futile. I propped on the spud bag, blinded by achy-ness from all directions, throbbing like strobe lights on a bad hang-over, playing Shostakovtich (piano trio)in my head. Getting up, walking into the kitchen to make a protein shake cost more energy than I took in. They weren't joking when they say:" Starve a fever". It's more like "the fever will starve you".
After three days of liquids, the first thing I craved was chicken legs.Then I parade around the house in my "skinny day" jeans, beaming, all of 10 minutes I lasted until week knees and dizzy head called me to nap again. I like to nap, except all morning long workers have been drilling non-stop; my neighbor blasted the TV volume in hope to override that. Alas, true zen can exist amidst of chaos. I have either reached acceptance or letting go, both are fine with me for I did not have much strength to hold on at the moment.
Still, I managed to do a lot of nothing, but a lot in my head.
Dressing up perhaps?! That will lift my spirits! I mustered all energy to change into a few outfits. Proud by the effort, drained by the process, I am due for another nap now.
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Fake zippers, real cool. |
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| Vintage broach on chain. |
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| ShoeRaps |
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| Vintage Pendelton Box Coat. |
