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wiseheartNo, I haven't got the current bug, and it seems to have run its course, more or less. Kids are coming back to school in spades. Whether that's a good thing or a bad thing, you decide for yourself.
But: I've been having the most bewildering symptoms that prove that a) I'm either getting ill, or b) I'm getting old. My ears freeze. I kid you not! My earshells, while feel reasonably warm to the touch, are freezing. I have the feeling most of the time that they are ice cold. They are not. I checked them. Mum checked them. They don't feel any colder than the rest of me.
It's really, really weird. It reminds me of a short story by György Moldova, about a young man whose fingernails hurt. At first they thought he was simulating because he didn't want to go to the Army (it was mandatory in our country at that time). Then they put him into the madhouse, where already were three Christi, two Buddhas and a guy who only knew that he was a dove, but whether the Holy Ghost or the one from Picasso's paitning, he couldn't tell.
Well, the madhouse has been closed years ago, for economical reason (which is why so many madmen are running around free over here, most of them acting in politics), so I'm not in that particular kind of danger. But my ears still feel bloody cold!
But: I've been having the most bewildering symptoms that prove that a) I'm either getting ill, or b) I'm getting old. My ears freeze. I kid you not! My earshells, while feel reasonably warm to the touch, are freezing. I have the feeling most of the time that they are ice cold. They are not. I checked them. Mum checked them. They don't feel any colder than the rest of me.
It's really, really weird. It reminds me of a short story by György Moldova, about a young man whose fingernails hurt. At first they thought he was simulating because he didn't want to go to the Army (it was mandatory in our country at that time). Then they put him into the madhouse, where already were three Christi, two Buddhas and a guy who only knew that he was a dove, but whether the Holy Ghost or the one from Picasso's paitning, he couldn't tell.
Well, the madhouse has been closed years ago, for economical reason (which is why so many madmen are running around free over here, most of them acting in politics), so I'm not in that particular kind of danger. But my ears still feel bloody cold!
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Date: 2012-02-22 06:16 pm (UTC)