Each day in life is training; Training for myself; Though failure is possible; Living each moment; Equal to anything; Ready for everything; I am alive - I am this moment. My future is here and now. For if I cannot endure today, when and where will I?
Friday, January 21, 2011
Santé
My health has returned although I feel like writing about it is going to re-curse my body. I also feel as clean as a whistle as taking a week’s worth of whatever the heck it was that killed the worms and an anti-diarrheal pretty much gutted my system. And for that I am eternally grateful. I managed to scream through 2 rolls of toilet paper during the first three days and in my shame, I have been using newspaper since (the opposite sides of the huskers articles do the dirty work to avoid disgracing the team). This isn’t the first time, but it’s not much worse than the stuff they give you and this one preserves some of my dignity as I don’t think I could muster asking for a 3rd roll in the same week – less than a week.
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