Words. Plus Some Other Words.

Tuesday, April 26, 2005 at 05:07PM
Jen

I can honestly say I'd almost completely forgotten the nausea-go-round of Celexa and that last time I could only eat cold food. Newsflash: for me the half dosage at bedtime is a gift that keeps right on giving all night and all day too! And to think that spring-time was making me nostalgic for the parades and fairs of my childhood.

I'm afraid to burp.

The plague is mostly gone but at some point during the days spent in a pool of my own sweat I pinched a nerve or something in my neck and now both sides are constantly screeching because this month, obviously, is making one final end-run at wearing me down to a nubbin.

Tomorrow is Matt's birthday. Well, today, actually, if you're in Australia. And some other places. And it makes me sad. Especially since I have no idea what's going on and the only birthday wish I could send was....

"I don't know what to say that would be appropriate so.... you know,
think of what you'd want to hear and pretend I said that."
That's all I got. There's too much space in here between things but fixing it is totally escaping me. Work is there. I am here. Sometime next week I'll be somewhere else writing an aptitude test for those people who wear funny colors and try to blend into the landscape.

So, here are some interesting words I found while double-checking how to spell nausea. Cause all I can do, really, is whine. (You think?)

narghile: which is the real name for a hookah. Or water pipe. Who knew?

naprapathy: a system of treatment based on the theory that disease symptoms are due to strained or contracted ligaments and disorders of the connective tissue and can be cured by massage.

neap: designating the tide occurring just after the first and third quarters of the lunar month: at these times the difference between high and low tides is smallest.

nevus: a colored spot on the skin, usually congenital; birthmark or mole.

So, then, a sentence. Before I think that maybe I should have picked the words based on the fact that I would now say I'd use them in a sentence.

ahem

I was convinced that the pustulating pulsating nevus on my back could be cured by a naprapath but I couldn't find one who would get within five feet of it, let alone close enough to treat it. Despairing, I consulted a witch doctor who insisted that my only hope to avoid liquefying into a puddle of stinky gangrenous slime was to stand on one leg, wearing naught but pasties, under the old stone bridge at midnight during a neap tide and smoking a bowl of crow feathers in a hookah purchased from his dwarf craftsman sister.

And with that...I bid you adieu.

and I can't really tell you
what I'm gonna do
there are so many thoughts in my head
there are two roads to walk down and one road to choose
so I'm thinking over the things that you've said

Article originally appeared on if you're not a penguin...shut it (http://www.airbornepathojen.com/).