stomach flu
so i got the stomach flu last week. I thought during my teen years that I had kissed those days goodbye. But since we've had kids, jocelyn and I both have had a once a year affair (at least) where we get reacquainted intimately with the bathroom toilet (she's escaped this one so far-God is VERY good).
Now I'm better and back to work except the memory remains... a STRONG memory. And i'm looking at every door knob and every approaching handshake like it might be harboring the next thing to turn my stomach inside out.
But then in a few weeks I'll have forgotten and be back to only washing my hands 5 times a day as opposed to the 50+ times i'm washing them now (only slightly exaggerating here). The fear will be gone.
On one hand this is reassuring-this relatively short memory I have- I won't become the next howard hughes (have you seen Aviator?) But I'm not convinced this is a good thing. Because this tendency applies to many more things in my life than just the stomach flu.
And so forgetting the agony experienced and the caution "learned," i get back up on my feet and go bounding back into life, blindly running into the arms of the next thing that will torture me.
Man, who will save me from this body of death? click here
peace