A Week of Heat Waves, Bad Air, Sunflowers, and ER Visits
- At July 31, 2022
- By Jeannine Gailey
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A Week of Heat Waves, Bad Air, Sunflowers, and ER Visits
So, this week I’ve been sick, like going to the Urgent Care (tested strep and covid free) and then the hospital a few days later (got a little dehydrated – it’s been super hot, over 90 every day, I’d been running a fever and having stomach issues.) It’s been a while since I’ve been this sick – unlike a lot of people, I’m not a “haven’t even gotten a cold during the pandemic” person – but I hadn’t been put down by a minor virus in a while. It’s very humbling to realize your body tangles with a virus – probably a little-kid virus, gotten at the symphony, is the doctors’ consensus – and you’re down for the week. A week of above 90 temps and bad air didn’t really help. I couldn’t really go out at all during the day, which made me very stir crazy.
I wish I could say that I spent my time improving myself but nope! Just trying desperately to keep myself and my poor garden alive. (Hydration is very important for flowers AND humans, it turns out, in this kind of heat, as I was reminded by the ER doc before he put an IV liter of fluids in me.) Also a week of socializing leads to a down week, almost every time. I loved going to the symphony and the poetry reading, but my immune system did not.
I watched the new Jurassic Park, which made me happy by having dinosaurs, finally, with fur and feathers as discovered in recent fossil record, and displeased Glenn by showing dinosaurs in the snow, which he absolutely insists is not physically possible (though paleontologists might argue with him on this point.) As usual, I was cheering for the dinosaurs and noticed a not-thinly-veiled covid metaphor in the Bill-Gates-type Billionaire of a Monsanto-type company who was delivering genetically-altered locusts to kill his competitors non-genetically modified crops. Clear covid metaphor, right? Maybe not.
I also read a few books, none of which stuck with me, which happens when I’m sick. On the plus side, did get a few shots of goldfinches and sunflowers, as well as a curious flicker in my flower box. I hope you enjoy them. I promise to have a more thoughtful post next week when the air is cooler and I am not as sick. (One bit of good poetry news: I got my first blurb for my upcoming book Flare, Corona, and it was so great that it brought tears to my eyes! I’ll post it at a later date…)