It's 5:13am. Do you know where your sleep is?
I'm up at this ungodly hour (who knew there was another 5:00?) because I'm sick. It's one of those sickly feelings that have a certain amount of hallucination attached to it, as in bad dreams, and waking up a lot--in fact, I'm not even sure I'm awake now, so if I come back later and this is still here, I guess we'll know, right?--so here I am, typing away. Not rain, not snow, not dry hacky coughs accompanied by heavy sniffling and pounding headache can keep me from my appointed rounds...
I am a big fat baby when it comes to sickness, and I've been lucky lately. Can't really remember the last time I was this bad. Of course, I'm not bad enough to go to urgent care or what passes for an emergency doctor visit these days. Trying to get into see my regular doctor is like trying to get an audience with the Pope. It's not his fault. It's the nature of HMO medical care.
Anyway, it's a bit early for a diatribe on the modern medical system in America. In fact, it's a bit early to use a word like "diatribe." Normally a word like that shouldn't even be thought of until after noon. So I think I will go ponder that a bit, hopefully with a little sleep attached.
On a side note, I hope Mayor Jerry Sanders' new 2007 lean and mean budget for San Diego does NOT include power-washing the sidewalks. They do it at 2:00am. I think we can live without that, sick or healthy.
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