Tag Archives: Sick

On Food Comas and Other Distractions for Your Brain

And it’s not even Thanksgiving! Yet here is the evidence that it is not just holidays that threaten to take our afternoons and throw them in the trash compactor so that, hours later, you wake up to find darkness has … Continue reading

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On Sore Muscles and Their Causes

Nearly every Saturday this month of October I will be working as a bartender at Poison Girl.  I’ve been giving up my shifts as a barback regularly for a few months, but now I actually have a reason to do … Continue reading

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On the Fungus Growing in My Brain

Watch this: That’s the Cordyceps fungus, a parasite that takes control of the body of the host and uses that much more mobile body (well, compared to a fungus) to propagate itself into the world. (Fungus have no feet, you … Continue reading

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On Writing Out of Dire Situations

A. Part of Brendan’s present of random literary magazines involved three chapbooks by Snow City Arts from Chicago.  This organization focuses on teaching the arts to hospitalized children as a way to continue learning and, more importantly, to give them … Continue reading

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On That Girl Over There Having No Flesh On Her Bones

No, really, I mean it.  And I don’t mean to stare but, but, but it’s just hard.  I think she’s sick.  Not disgusting – though certainly disturbing – but sick.  Physically ill. Of course, the first thought upon seeing someone … Continue reading

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On Ye Olde Medicine Show

Tylenol is a wonder drug.  A headache, a few Tylenol, some water, and a lack of pain.  I love it. I’ve known people who avoid drugs at all cost, whether major or minor, only succumbing to the pharmaceutical lure under … Continue reading

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On Headaches

The world is too much against us, specifically, our flesh, specifically, our heads, specifically, what is inside that fearless and flawless and feelingless bone cradle we call our skulls. Or maybe it is the thin veneer of flesh and muscle … Continue reading

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On Being Sick, But Not Really

So Megan was telling me this story about this guy who had a sleeping sickness.  Not the kind you get from the Tsetse Fly, no, or, in fact, any sort of real sickness.  Instead, what this guy had was a … Continue reading

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On Exhaustion

It is not a knot running up and down your spine, and for that I’m glad. It is, instead, as though you are a rubber band circling the fingers of a giant’s right hand stretched just beyond a state of … Continue reading

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On Allergies and the Noses that Love Them

I am firmly entrenched in the belief that snot is stored in a dehydrated, highly-concentrated state and that, if removed wholly from the average human being, could fill a suburban swimming pool with only the most modest amounts of water. … Continue reading

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