Late morning, and I'm ensconced on the couch. I've created a weird fort of cushions - the better to rest my legs, and laptop. (At this point, I'm surprised it hasn't premanently grafted itself to my lap!)
I'm sick. Swigging pink grapefruit flavor Airborne, I listen to the eerie rattle in my chest with a certain measure of pride. And then, outside, a bobbing teal jewel. I hold my belabored breath and watch the hummingbird flit from flower to flower, it's path dizzyingly impossible.
In my physical misery, all clogges sinuses and wadded-up Kleenex, I feel dazzlingly lucky - like I've somehow stolen a moment, or a miracle.
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I'm with you on this one, but Robert Smith is apparently saying spinning on that dizzy edge.
neel: Oh, I know - let's not forget that I want to marry Google and have it's search-optimized babies! BUT, I decided to go with my title b/c it better describes my "breathing pattern" right now. :)
That is what is needed when one is sick and feeling a bit like they are in HELL - a moment like that one with the hummingbird, when everything seems in slow motion and a bit dream like, and somehow you know it'll all be alright. I had a small moment of immeasurable peace when we visited the Taj Mahal last month and even though I wasn't sick I knew how different that moment was from the rest of the moments preceding it!
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