Musings of a very sick person Ausf B

1st July, 2013 2:33pm

Its a clear sign to myself that I am obsessed with WWII when I draw parallels between a week of illness with the war of attrition on the Eastern front, likening the recent dip in my state to the Battle for Berlin.

One more desperate push by an almost defeated bug against an arsenal of medication, rich food and rest.

:-)

1st July, 2013 3:27pm 

 Lying there, with my head drooped over the toilet bowl, having thrown up all including the bile in my stomach for the umpteenth time today, I find myself musing at what type of hard-wiring would possess people to actually WANT to bring innocent lives into this world of unabated suffering, with the only one certainty being death, by a plethora of mostly painful means, with only a wistful hope of an eternity in some unknown helpless state.

How many billions of people constitute a good enough statstic that this otherwise accepted norm may in fact be, a very bad idea...

2nd July, 2013 01:13am 

 I lie in bed, eyes reddenend and moist by feverish insomnia; The last signs of illness, little more than heat pouring out of my ears. I feel almost fine, save for the sore throat, a reminder of the horrid afternoon I spent doubled over a toilet bowl, dry heaving and being very vocal about it.

I dare to believe the worst is over, that the battle is won, and that tomorrow I shall rise fully refreshed to meet the new day. I was fooled not 24hours ago, and I will not walk so gullibly into YET another trap. 

It is true; after 1week of ebbing & rising illness, I am wary of the endgame.This is my personal version of the Reichstag, the last vestige of a fanatic enemy. What we haven't shelled to pathetic bloody bits, await us now in the labarynth of debris grotesquely mangled with the remains of the casualties; pus, dead cells mixed with dead gems piling somewhere deep inside. 

The fanatic remnants of an all-but defeated enemy, commited.

This late in the battle, no one intends to give quarter and no one expects quarter in return.

The LAST MUST DIE - THERE ARE NO MORE PRISONERS OF WAR LEFT.