Thoughts of a Sick Person at 5 am
I’ve been back from vacation for a while, but I need another one. Remind me in the future to ask about the water system before I go anywhere. The place we went to had snakes in their well. I was told they tried to send someone down there to get the snakes out, but no one would take the job. So their water was rated with certain types of bacteria. I bathed once the whole week I was there. I cringed everytime I washed my hands. I never thought it would happen but it finally has. I’ve become a germophobe.
J came down with the flu first. I thought I came out of it scott free, but after he got over it, I caught it. By injection, I’m sure. I remember swallowing his cum at some point while he was recovering. It was a fun night of fucking, now rare in our life as parents, and I got carried away. It’s worth it.
I had to get up. My left nostril was clogged and unyielding, and my right was runny. Upright I can just let it flow. I’ve been taking shotglasses of echinacea round the clock and zapping. When I get chills, I bury myself under the blankets with my vibrator and masturbate to get the blood going.
I’ve been thinking about this girl I knew in theater school. She asked me out once to see a show in the East Village. We had ice cream then at the subway she asked me to go back to her place in Brooklyn. Brooklyn? I said no, thanks. Now I keep thinking back to it. What would have happened had I said yes. She would have kissed me, maybe played with each other’s bodies. At that time I did not find munching rugs appealing. This girl had hairy armpits, so I’m pretty sure she’s hairy down there too. Maybe we would have fallen in love and I would have turned into a full fledged lesbian. Or maybe nothing would have changed. I’d have gone back home and resumed my life the way it has been, except now I wouldn’t be thinking of lost possibilities… I’d just be thinking about what happened that night.
