Feeling pretty sick, because I am. Pneumonia, and I tested positive for the flu. At the moment, I’m far from home. No friends or family nearby to ask for help. My mom, being my mom, offered to drive all the way up here to take care of me. She’s sweet like that.
The thing that strikes me, though, about this whole experience, is the numbness. I feel like a psycho. Not only have I lost my sense of taste and smell and whatnot, but my sense of enjoyment in anything. Nothing seems beautiful or precious. Nothing seems of any value.
I love listening to the Andrew Klavan Show. It’s my favorite podcast and I always get excited when it’s on; it’s like sitting down with a friend. Not this time. I felt nothing. I could see, mentally, that it was funny or insightful or whatnot, but I just didn’t care, not viscerally. It’s strange feeling so cold.
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