Notes From A Walkman Junkie: Nyquil Nights
So I have been sick now for nearly a solid week and I mean hammered-ass/walking dead sick. A steady stream of NyQuil has been consumed and has resulted in a ruck of crazy, creepy NyQuil dreams, one of which involved me nipping a furry monkey watch from a friend’s house so that I could be on ‘monkey time’… I had to have it, it was furry. It is also my belief that these NyQuil induced comas are in direct relation to the mysterious scratches on my face and the reoccurring weirdness of my eyebrows each morning. This plague of sorts has diminished me to being able to do little more than sip tea and watch porn… Well, Beyond The Valley Of The Dolls, which is a Russ Meyers production, so close enough.
One of my evenings was spent watching All The Right Moves three times in a row because I was on the floor and, quite frankly, could NOT move. Fortunately the monotony of my sick days was broken up a bit by my boyfriend coming over with soup and watching The Blue Lagoon with me during which he insisted on pointing out the many flaws and implausible plot points in the movie. I have to say I found this to be a touch risible because, come on, we all know The Blue Lagoon is a solid, solid film that works on all levels.
I am not one who gets sick terribly often and can scarcely recall a time that I have felt this lousy, with the possible exception of the time I had mononucleosis in high school and was reduced to lying motionless and drooling on a towel. Based on sheer magnitude and situation, however, nothing will ever rival the great flu of 1987. My two siblings and I were visiting my father in Colorado to meet his shiny new wife and sparkling new kids for the very first time. The three of us had somewhere along our travels acquired some type of dreaded ‘rage virus’, but the symptoms of said virus had yet to fully materialize. The illness did, as it happens, make it’s presence known shortly after our arrival. I believe my father’s introduction of his children to his new family went something like this…Dad Almirall: “I would like you to meet my kids.” This was promptly followed by one of us shitting our pants, the second projectile vomiting and the third sobbing intractably and fleeing the room. So yeah, that time was worse.
On a more positive note, being stagnantly ill for the past week has afforded me the opportunity and time to enjoy several hours of delightful and somehow fitting music. I have been listening to the somber, sweet tunes of Bon Iver in my NyQuil haze and have attached his song, “Flume”. I shall now return to the comfort of my floor where I plan to remain indefinitely.