Nearly three weeks ago, I was struck down with an illness that left me feverish, completely voiceless, and running for the on-call doctor when mine couldn’t fit me in for three days (note to self: get a new doctor already). Drugs kicked the worst of it in the butt, and granted me the gift of speech once more, yet if death by coughing has ever been a threat to yours truly, it has been so over the last dozen or so days. If I spit microscopic pieces of lung at you, I’m sorry.
Swimming in a sea of denim in the form of a pair of new, wide-leg jeans, I find myself catapulted back to a simpler time. The joy of seeing one’s shoes nearly swallowed up is incomprehensible, yet immeasurable.
Stumbling upon leftover cereal, I eat the rest of my sister’s Golden Grahams with milk while looking over the photographic remains of her recent visit.
I feel alive, and all the good and the bad that come with that.
3 responses so far ↓
1 R. Batty // Nov 10, 2007 at 6:52 am
Aw, I wondered why things had been so quiet over there. Take care of yourself and get better soon!!
2 Alice // Nov 12, 2007 at 3:19 pm
Hope you’re feeling better soon, Kim! That cough does sound terrible.
I’m going to go check out your Flickr photos… Must have been so nice to have your sister visit! I’m trying to convince my brothers to come see me here. They’ve never been to Europe before, either one of them! Talk about missing out on an opportunity…
3 Kelly // Nov 13, 2007 at 6:41 am
Who said you could eat my cereal? You were supposed to leave that for my annual visit next year, as well as yesterday’s baguette! =)
I’ve been working on translating those french cookbooks, and even bought a glass that measures grams. But I don’t know where I can get a hold of poudre d’amandes. I’m thinking the only thing I could do is spend a bunch of money on almonds and grind them to a powder.
And I’m still eating the remains of my visit. Mmm…
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