Unfulfilled Sickness

On the verge of fulfilled sickness; it started with a scratchy throat a couple of days ago. I was unsure about continuing with my workouts as they are often intense and drug-blazed satisfying. However, I’d taken the previous week completely off from the gym and any workouts because my body was finally collapsing under the endless strain I had been barraging it with for over seven months without any real resting period. Plus, strenuous activity such as working out deplete your immune system while operating, but your immune system grows stronger during recovery. I was at a medical crossroads.

The second day of unfulfilled sickness provided a slightly accentuated scratchy throat, like a cat’s tongue. Both days I couldn’t decipher if the coughing was caused by unfulfilled sickness or my current blood pressure medication of which coughing is a known side effect. The delusional mental states and the endless erection are purely me.  My head was weary but I had yet to encounter any nasal problems – no dripping, no sneezing.  Another workout completed the active portions of my evening.

Flash forward three days – I’m supposed to be at an island on vacation. I defy unfulfilled sickness. I refuse the ascension of unfulfilled sickness.

I made the doctor’s appointment earlier today; an episode unto itself.

The nurse-receptionist: I have Robert available at two. How does that sound?

When I made the phone call, I wasn’t upset, but hearing the maximum casualness in her voice, calling this hopeful professional whom I’m entrusting with a short sampling with the well-being of my life by his first name like she’d just removed her wet undergarments from drying out of his microwave – it rubbed me the wrong way. Was Robert the janitor going to treat me? Robert the laundry truck driver?

My reply: Robert better have Dr. in front of his name. If so, two o’clock would be fine.

Unfulfilled sickness be damned.