Monday, January 18, 2010

I Think This Makes Me A Disgusting Person

I am getting over a cold, which ended for all intents and purposes more than a week ago. It was a doozy. Fever and chills for a couple days -- since when do colds come with fevers -- accompanied by constant nose running and aches. Now the cold is gone, yet its fingerprints remain because every time I cough really hard, I cough up some projectile phlegm that occasionally jumps out of my mouth and onto a Kleenex, making me flush with joy.

It's the same feeling I get after an excellent, bowl-filling trip to the bathroom, and gives me a real sense of accomplishment, that I've extracted a disgusting foreign substance from my body. Here was this disgusting gunk that was fastened to my lungs, and my body triumphantly rejected it. Sometimes I stare at the goop after the extraction and regard it with awe -- a vanquished enemy that fought the good fight before bowing to the better opponent.

I probably should go to the doctor and get an antibiotic to take care of the lingering after-effects, but I just don't have the heart for it. I know my time with the projectile phlegm is short, and I want to cherish every bit of it as long as I can.

3 comments:

小湘 said...

Everyone fastens where there is gain.........................................

Jenny said...

You get fairly profound spam comments. I tip my hat. I want some of those. Mine usually just say "02893rh1p234ir1-"

Phil Villarreal said...

Yes it's very poignant in a half-haiku/fortune cookie way.