on the eve of getting sick

a lot of sickness has been going around the gym and I held it off longer than most but a few hours ago I could tell from some scratchiness in my throat that it has finally taken hold of me.

I'd like to take this time to reflect on the time I spent healthy. It was a time I will remember fondly. Before I slip into the bowels of unwellness it would be appropriate to recount some of the great things I could do with my fit and able body. No longer though. Now that I have been ravaged by communicable disease.

I could throw planes into the sky. When airplanes wouldn't start right they would just have me throw them up into the clowns. It was easy for me. What with me not being sick at all.

I could smell blood in water from over 200 miles away. Back when my nose was congested it could smell every smell smell-able and I would compete with sharks in a Who Can Smell a Wounded Whale the Fastest Competition.

I could print in color. Just upload a jpg or a PNG or pdf into my consciousness and I could recreate it with near perfect accuracy. Not anymore though. My white blood cells have sequestered my brain to fight the scourge that seeks to destroy me from the inside out.

I once picked up everything. Very briefly. And a lot of things were just strapped to my back. But I did it.

Teeth like iron. And bones like iron. And hair like iron. And lungs like iron. And fingernails like iron. And freckles like iron. People used to say that iron was made of me. 

But not anymore. Now I am a frail human. A shadow of what I once was.

And I now I am truly in the animal soup of time.