Thursday, December 17, 2009

4am post

One thing NOT exciting after having a minor accident is having a minor throat infection, then minor fever following that, and upon that subsiding, discovering a minefield (of ulcers) at the roof of your tongue. That puts me close on the heels of Chandresh in the 'what-worse-could-happen' list, who contracted dengue while recovering from his accident and had to be hospitalised.

Woke up in a disarray - at 0350 in the night. This was either because of my throat, or the chilly clime, or the mosquitoes, or a missed call from 3AM friends, or untimely bowel callings. Then coffee, then that discovery at the roof of the tongue, then picking up the unpaid phone bill and going through the precautionary swine flu symptoms listed in the footer and fretting about a more epic tale of illness, then trying to inch ahead on "The Monk who Sold his Ferrari" (and hating it), then boiling some water and fretting about the unpaid phone bill, then settling down with the machine.

In the blank phase that persists for upto an hour when you wake up and find yourself staring aimlessly into the kitchen sink, I might as well blog.

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