Back on my feet now after a few days being waited on by Felice. Don’t listen to anything she says, I was actually a model patient. No, really, I was!
I don’t often enjoy being sick, but this time the inflight entertainment was exceptional. Apart from Nurse Felice’s attentions, I had some amazingly realistic-seeming fever dreams, which I still remember pretty bloody clearly. In hindsight, I guess they were what people call “lucid” dreams, because I was aware I wasn’t awake, and I could consciously influence what happened. I can’t remember that ever happening to me before.
But whatever they’re called, they (and/or the fever) seem to be a very effective form of psychological and physical therapy. It was quite odd, but I woke up released from a couple of important personal blocks, as well as from a 2-year-old ankle problem. All in my head? Well, yes. But it seems to have worked, so I’m not complaining.
And on a purely physical level, suddenly I can run again, which changes my world tremendously. Go figure. Go fever!
PS Thank you Nurse Felice. Here’s your bell back…hardly used at all 🙂