March 17, 2009

Blessed Saint Patrick.

Relapse yesterday, or rather a new wave of brought on by pills recommended by Dr G as “system cleansers,” which turned out to be a sort of self-inflicted dysentery. Staggered through the day feverish and achy. I suppose the pills were doing their work, and gallons of toxins not reached by the antibiotics were released into the system, and subsequently flushed. In any case, this is the first morning in the last 14 when I have felt really well. Rose early, after all that sleeping. The half moon was pale gold in the south. Birds were singing in the darkness across the wet land.