Sunday—I congratulated myself for having taken a day of rest. Sure, I did some stuff. I did my reading for Monday’s class, worked on the writing assignment a bit, and posted some emails. But mostly I actually reclined on the sofa and watched TV. I watched two football games.
First the San Diego Chargers. I have been following them through their ups and mostly downs since about 1964 when they played in this tiny stadium next to Balboa Park. So I just had to watch their game against Indianapolis. They won strangely, though in the process LT—the league leading rusher—went out with a bruised knee, and then the erratic Rivers, the QB, also went out with a wobbly knee too. Next week I expect they will be massacred by the robotic New England Patriots. It will be like watching paper go into a paper shredder.
Then, I watched New York against the Cowboys. I didn’t watch as much of that. I just wanted to see the Cowboys take a lick’en. I have disliked them since the Tom Landry days when those Cowboys (I mean what are cow boys; let’s face it they are just boys with cows) claimed to be America’s team. I don’t like mixing patriotism with sports or with much of anything else.
Then I watched some of a movie, as I recollect…and drifted off into a nap for a bit. And that evening I watched a Laker’s game. I have been watching the Lakers since 1980 when Magic, with his life-giving vitality, showed up on the court. So I just had to watch, and they are doing better than last year. When bingo—some time in the 2nd quarter—their new, young center went down with a knee injury.
Three knee injuries in one day. At least ones I remember. I expect there were a lot more than that.
So I thought, jeez Nick…this is a psychological breakthrough. You managed to rest—or at least try to—for a whole day. But I wake up the next morning feeling completely washed out. We have to go to the bank to sign some papers and while I am sitting there feeling like a lump (Carol says I looked like hell) the guy there starts talking about this stomach flu that’s going around, and I become more and more aware of gurgling noises in my stomach and the fact that I have had pretty sharp gas pains lately. I have gas a lot but usually not pains with it. And about half way through my first class, I start having muscle aches through by back and up my shoulder and mid-way through the next class I have a headache and feel completely wiped out.
So I didn’t have a psychological break threw. I was taking a Tingle Vacation and didn’t know it. Getting sick being the Tingle Idea of a Vacation.
Today—I seem to be status quo—aches, pains, fatigue, but thank goodness so far no fever. I hate fevers.