September 20, 2003
Mmmmmorphiiiineentry,
In Thursday's letter I begged for happy thoughts (and reviewed a cool card game), and you guys delivered in spades. Thank you. As of Friday afternoon I figured I was pretty officially on the mend.
As of Friday NIGHT, however, I was praising porcelain. Apparently hand-made tortillas should not be allowed to sit out in their warm, moist stack, because what I came down with had all the hallmarks of mild food poisoning.
Calling any form of food poisoning "mild" is an exercise in relativistic distortion. Compared to, say, DYING, what I had was mild. Saturday morning I went to the hospital for treatment, and as I write this Saturday afternoon I'm doped up to the proverbial gills.
The nice thing about morphine is that when you're doped up to the proverbial gills, you can close your eyes and imagine that you really HAVE gills, and that you're breathing through them.
The bad thing about morphine is that I have to wait for it to wear off before I'll get any drawing done. As of this writing the buffer stands at eight... my goal was to crank it up to fourteen by day's end, but the way my hand is shaking I seriously doubt that'll happen.
Don't panic yet. I'm not panicking, so you shouldn't either. Of course I'm also a giant fish who feels very, very relaxed, so perhaps my perspective on things is a little twisted.