{"id":4095,"date":"2009-04-14T12:01:10","date_gmt":"2009-04-14T16:01:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/?p=4095"},"modified":"2009-04-14T12:01:10","modified_gmt":"2009-04-14T16:01:10","slug":"not-quite-jaundice","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/2009\/04\/not-quite-jaundice\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;Not Quite Jaundice&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright\" title=\"Not that sick\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/johnesimpson.com\/images\/not_that_sick.jpg?resize=166%2C306&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"166\" height=\"306\" \/><em>[This is the first of three brief posts on the experience of being sick, sorta-kinda-like, for four (sorta) days.]<\/em><\/p>\n<p>From <em>Catch-22<\/em>:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Yossarian was in the hospital with a pain in his liver that fell just short of being jaundice. The doctors were puzzled by the fact that it wasn&#8217;t quite jaundice. If it became jaundice they could treat it. If it didn&#8217;t become jaundice and went away they could discharge him. But this just being short of jaundice all the time confused them.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>A little over a week ago, I first noticed a not common but still familiar sort of weakness of the limbs. <em>Flu<\/em>, it said to me. <em>You&#8217;re getting the flu<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>Which I didn&#8217;t really want to be hearing: I didn&#8217;t want to hear it from the lips of someone knowledgeable, with pursed lips and horned-rim glasses and the overall demeanor, coincidentally, of a pharmaceuticals salesman, and I <em>really<\/em> didn&#8217;t want to hear it from a vague muscular sensation with no medical diplomas at all hanging behind its desk.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>In the first place, I&#8217;d had my annual flu shot a few months ago. This guarantees nothing, I&#8217;m sure; influenza seems (to us among the teeming, ignorant, and prone-to-alarm masses) capable of becoming something new every six months or so. (Remember swine flu? Asian flu? avian flu? Oh, they&#8217;re still out there, no doubt, besetting the unprotected. But I picture them as broken-down palookas with biceps like rubber bands, their eyelids swollen, flailing blindly and hitting something like a target only by accident.)<\/p>\n<p>In the second place, I had no other symptoms of anything flu-like that I&#8217;d ever had before. Other symptoms, to the extent that I had them, resembled a weak sort of common cold just as well. I had a cough that came and, for long periods of time,  went. One day I had a fever one degree above normal; the next day my temperature was normal; another day it&#8217;d be down a degree <em>below<\/em> normal &#8212; and then back to good ol&#8217; 98.6.<\/p>\n<p>True, I was also sleepy as hell. Regular visitors here probably already know that my daily writing time is, roughly, from 5 to 7a.m. &#8212;\u00a0 the first couple hours before getting ready for work. This works well so long as I keep my bedtime dialed back, correspondingly, to no later than 10p.m.<\/p>\n<p>(&#8220;And that doesn&#8217;t mean <em>start reading in bed at 10p.m.<\/em>, Buster! Put that light out, now!&#8221;)<\/p>\n<p>The bedtime part of that hadn&#8217;t worked out so well for me in recent weeks, maybe months. And it had begun catching up with me.<\/p>\n<p>On Thursday, at work, in the middle of composing an email message &#8212; with the on-screen cursor between two adjacent characters &#8212; I suddenly realized that my fingers lay on the space bar. On the monitor, the two previously juxtaposed characters were now separated by about 20 lines consisting of nothing but spaces. <em>Uh-oh<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>Thursday night, I told The Missus I wouldn&#8217;t be getting up early to write on Friday. I asked her not to wake me up &#8212; I&#8217;d just sleep until I woke up on my own. I left a message on my boss&#8217;s voicemail not to expect to see me Friday. And then I went to bed.<\/p>\n<p>Over the next four nights and days, I probably slept close to 12 hours a day. I appreciated having a percentage like that to throw around, too, because it helped me when people asked &#8212; they always ask &#8212; &#8220;So, what&#8217;ve you got?&#8221;, &#8220;What&#8217;s wrong with you?&#8221;, and &#8220;What have you been taking for it?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Maybe something about language itself makes an audience uncomfortable with big rickety scaffoldings of phrase and clausework in response to those questions. We prefer one-word nouns and adjectives: <em>cold<\/em>, <em>flu<\/em>, <em>headachey<\/em>, <em>cough<\/em>, <em>feverish<\/em>, <em>medicine<\/em>, <em>pills<\/em>, <em>suppositories<\/em>. (Audiences can be such monsters.) A hundred-word explanation starting with <em>Well, I&#8217;m not really sure, but it&#8217;s something like<\/em>&#8230; is almost guaranteed to induce catatonia. Even if the questioner isn&#8217;t there, over the phone, or in email, you can actually <em>hear<\/em> his or her eyes glaze over, with the impatience of the 21st-century easily-distracted. They wait eagerly for you to pause for breath. Then:<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh, that. Lot of that going around.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;When you&#8217;re tired like that? Always lowers your resistance.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Lyme disease.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Fibromyalgia.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>And so on, a taxonomy of ailments in cataclysmically ascending order. All the way up to my favorite &#8212; a disastrous comment to someone with an undisciplined imagination, and several days&#8217; inactivity for it to run wild:<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;<em>Uh<\/em>-oh&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, I&#8217;m back.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[This is the first of three brief posts on the experience of being sick, sorta-kinda-like, for four (sorta) days.] From Catch-22: Yossarian was in the hospital with a pain in his liver that fell just short of being jaundice. The doctors were puzzled by the fact that it wasn&#8217;t quite jaundice. 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