Strong Enough

Your Head Trucker has just survived possibly the worst weekend of his life:  I'll spare you the gory details, it's just too gruesome.  All I can say is, whatever this bug is that hit me, it was a strong man.  But your Head Trucker, no candy-ass city boy, comes from a long line of good strong pioneer blood, and is happy to report that he was strong enough to prevail against the foe, and by the old-fashioned method:  sweating it out. 

(You young'uns don't know anything about that; you think you have to run to the doctor for some pretty little pills every time you have a pain or ache.  What do you think cowboys and country people did before there were pretty little pills, and a doctor on every street corner - or even paved streets?  Ask your grandmother.)

The proof being, I'm still alive and able to write these words to you this morning; though there was a time or two, all alone here, half-delirious with fever, running off from every outlet and seriously dehydrated, the outcome did seem a bit doubtful - but at those moments, you are so goddamn sick you don't really much care what the outcome is.

I'm still too shaky to work or concentrate for very long, but it seemed the crisis had passed by late yesterday afternoon, and I was able to eat (and retain) some solid food for the first time about 1 o'clock this morning.  The good news is, in four days I've lost 10 pounds; though I can't really recommend that as a diet plan. 

No pictures:  it would fracture your screen to show you my haggard, wild-eyed face after this ordeal.  So blogging may be light till I get my strength back but I'm okay.  Hope you guys are having a good week and preparing for a happy turkey day.

Here's Cher singing my motto for the week.  Skip the goofy visuals, just enjoy the music and the thought.