True none the less….

August 9, 2005

Back at work again I find myself falling asleep all over the place - how this is possible after a week spent more or less in bed could be confusing to some, but the answer is you don’t sleep when you are ill - you just step into the mind of a crazy person for a while - seriously, remembering some of the more inspired mind fucks masquerading as dreams while under the more severe effects of the virus, they were a chaotic cacophony of nonsensical gibberish that actually seem like a controlled thought process.

I’d awake gasping for air like I’d been held under water for too long and realise that I’ve just been to the place insane people spend their time 24/7 - this can be quite exhausting dragged out over the period of three or four days when the virus was at its strongest, so now I need proper sleep - I’ve got all the energy of an 83 year old mouse with lung cancer at the moment.

Luckily I was able to stock up on some decent sleeping tablets and also enjoy the freaky fruits of some of the hospitals pain killers during my hiatus last week. That’s the thing about these expat clinic’s - they are there to cure you but they are also there to make money at the same time - so all the cool pharmaceutical drugs of choice are there for the taking while you are fucked up and charging to insurance.

The nurses were babes of the highest order - and not just because of the uniform - but hospitals are not the places you are really looking your best, they are hardly likely to come away swooning saying things like ”the pasty faced pale English man with a virus throwing up bile and whacked out on painkillers talking codshit is really hot - I’m going to ask for his number”

When I left the clinic I was still high on the painkillers, I staggered out telling the doctor how wonderful she was and how all the nurses deserve a pay raise and were truly the most beautiful women in Indonesia.

I probably wouldn’t of said all that if it weren’t for the painkillers, but it was still true none the less....