Par For the Course Is Sub-Par

[cbertsch]

Alright. So my personal and professional lives have been extremely stressful for some time. But there are positive developments nonetheless. I went to Urgent Care this evening because I've had a lingering sore throat, am flying across the country tomorrow and remember all too well what happened two winters ago when I let a sore throat linger, because I had no fever, and ended up with an abscess and two months of hell to go along with it. Whenever I go to the doctor, even if I think I'm being a hypochondriac, I end up testing positive for something or other. This time, though, was different. My throat is still sore, but I don't seem to have strep throat -- they're doing the more accurate culture just in case. Not only that, when the physician listened to my lungs, he said they sounded wonderful. I don't think that has ever happened to me before. Oh, and I also had the pleasure today of discovering, during this week's epic games of one-on-one basketball at the JCC, that the deep-breathing exercises and pushups I've been doing with increasing regularity have greatly improved my defense and rebounding. I'm so awash with healthy goodness that I can even read William S. Burroughs without feeling like I've contracted a sexually insatiable parasite. Go me!

Comments

[cbertsch.livejournal.com]

I was reading the interviews in The Job while waiting in Urgent Care. They would surely hold appeal for you.

I'd read Naked Lunch repeatedly and all three books in the subsequent "Nova" trilogy, but never all four simultaneously, as I have over the past week. I already liked Burroughs a lot. But I have much greater appreciation for him now than I used to. Read all together, the books conspire to give a sense of intellectual cohesiveness harder to discern in any one of them when read in isolation.