I know it’s really riveting when someone writes a whole blog post about being sick, but I’ve got little else to say.
When I’m sick, I tend to spike pretty high fevers, which are accompanied by bizarre hallucinogenic nightmares. Some of the ones I’ve had since Sunday are genuinely disturbing and have left me waking up with a racing heart, sweating and thinking things as random as “I haven’t seen Eternal Sunshine in a while,” “Why would Obama choose a Muppet song to accompany a speech after a national disaster?” and “Wow, I should probably go to church.”
(The middle of these was during a really upsetting dream that featured the entirety of “The Rainbow Connection,” which yes, I’ve memorized, even in my subconscious, and yes, the whole song played, and no, it wasn’t as comforting as you’d think.)
Mostly, I’ve spent a lot of time looking at the sheets on my bed, which are red with little white and blue crabs.
You would not believe how these little suckers can dance.
Why do I have crab sheets on my bed in December? I’m not fully sure, but my parents tend to prefer flannel and fleece sheets in the winter, whereas I only like crisp cotton year-round (with very few exceptions). The bed in which I currently sleep is a full-size bed, but I only own queen-size sheets, so if I want cotton it’s either crabs or pastel stripes for now.
Also, I’m sleeping in my brother’s old room, and there is a Winslow Homer print right across from me (Fog Warning):
(Can you tell there’s a nautical theme going on in there?)
Some of my nightmares have featured this setting, which given my intense fear of the open sea (thalassophobia), makes for some awful feelings lately.
Dear brain,
Knock it off please.
Love, Vicki.
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