I can’t remember who first coined the phrase (and whether he’s still alive), or where I heard it, but I’m having an “AIDS day” – not as bad as they used to be, mind you, but unmistakable all the same.
My stomach feels bloated, despite not having eaten anything solid since mid-morning, and the bathroom is my current BFF.
Despite earlier hopes of being among friends this evening I have spent the afternoon mixing analogies. To wit, I am trudging the road of happy destiny, paved with good intentions (and we know where that leads!) Fear not, I’m not feeling vulnerable in that way but I am very sorry to be missing yet another Monday night get-together.
So, yes, an “AIDS day” is one of those days when my body just feels overwhelmed by a multiplicity of factors – digestion, or not, medications perhaps, and the ever-lingering effects of a sinus infection which – while not being treated with a third round of antibiotics (yet) – manifests itself in boar-like snorting, spitting and coughing and the occasional ear plugging or popping as a result. You’re welcome.
Sometimes I think my outlook is too maudlin, other times I don’t think I’m self-revealing enough. Would this be a Goldilocks post?