It is Sunday and I am sick.
I started getting sick on Thursday. Tried to rest that day
in preparation for a two hour interview with a site evaluator from
the NEA that evening.
Really nice guy. A long time artistic director of a
company he founded 30 years ago. Very unhappy with the
ravages of the Bush administration. He felt like a member
of my tribe. But still, it was an important interview and I was
My (left)? brain went into hyper articulation mode and I spoke
in perfectly formed complete sentences and paragraphs, Probably
too much so. At the same time, I was spacey and left my scarf
at the coffee house. Which he had to remind me.
Friday, we had a big performance at Robinson Elementary. Tough
show. Great kids but we were performing for the entire school,
with a wide and challenging age range between kindergarten
and fifth grade.The NEA guy was there to see how we
did it. I was both narrating and performing and I was sick. So
I told Andrew, one of the DPers after the show that I was sick
and asked if he could tell from my performance. He
said, "No, Joan. I had no idea. But you're a performer. I
wouldn't expect to."
Yesterday, I crashed. I ran a temperature off
and on all day and night. Which I guess is the body's
best way of fighting infection. Because if you run a temperature
for too long, like my mother did a few weeks ago, the damage can
be really serious.
I was talking to my sister a few minutes ago and told her
I was sick. And that I wondered if the stress and complexity
of the week had contributed `to it. I was in a lot of different
geographic and psychological spaces the past week. Sunday,
Venice Beach. Monday, I flew to Chicago and got in late. Stayed
at Laurel's. Tuesday, I stayed with my folks and
did a lot of work for them. Wednesday, I flew to St. Louis
and got in late.
Thursday, I started to get sick.
My brother who flies all the time, and all over the world, gets
sick a lot from flying. He says it is from the viruses
he picks up in planes.
I just ordered some longevity pills . . . enough to make it
through for one
month. I'm trying to play this incentive program that will
give me a computer when I've done all the tasks. So far I've
completed 3 of 8.
pills promise to give me long life for a month, with increased
sleep, and increased libido. I can't wait.
know about getting sick. Why do we really get sick? Viruses
all the time. Why do they make friends with some and enemies
I offered that as a possibility to my sister.
She said,"I know exactly why you got sick, Joanie,
You got sick from being around Rod. His energy is very negative
and it affected`your immune system."
I think there may be something to that. What I wonder
is what I can do to be more centered so that even if
around someone negative, I don't take that into my body
and get sick. Having
had cancer, I am aware that I already have a compromised
immune system and I need to be careful.
Sunday, Feb 26, 2006