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terribly ill

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Tokyo, 2009.11.11

I was terribly ill from Monday night through to Tuesday night, with a 40ºC fever and a generally awful feeling.

I hate been sick, especially when I'm busy. This came in the midst of important things happening in both of the businesses I'm involved in. I lost the whole day on Tuesday, and Monday and Wednesday were pretty limited, too.

In the end, it turned out to be a virus. Not the flu. I tested negatively on two flu tests. But a virus that one of the doctors thought might rest in my nervous system. Terrifying thought, that. Especially with a small boy in tow.

I'm generally better now but I was surprised at how one doctor could diagnose a bacterial infection while the other's bloodwork shows it's not so. I'm grateful for the thoroughness of the latter, I have to say.

rand()m quote

Remove everything that has no relevance to the story. If you say in the first chapter that there is a rifle hanging on the wall, in the second or third chapter it absolutely must go off. If it's not going to be fired, it shouldn't be hanging there.

—Anton Chekhov