elijah’s adventure

I absolutely love kites, the wind, wheeled vehicles and of course….girls! What happens when you stir them together? Girls on a kitebuggy!

I awoke this morning with a fever of 101 degrees (38.3 C). The fever dreams were enthralling and amazingly complex. It was if I were passing through a series of mazes and corridors, and people were whispering for me to turn left or right, up or down. Each direction corresponded to a change in body temperature. Upon awakening I felt rather serene, having reached the perfect temperature, not unlike a newborn child taking his first slumber. I climbed down from my cocoon (the loft), and went to the restroom. I remember standing in front of the mirror, holding onto the sink. Then, everything turned purple-blue and I lost my vision. I vaguely recall falling down multiple times. After falling the first time, I instinctually tried to stand, repeatedly. So there I was, helpless on the bathroom floor, and I couldn’t see a thing. I couldn’t move my body with any amount of concrete-effectiveness. I felt quite injured, and assumed the worst: that I had a concussion and an open wound or two that were dripping blood onto the cold tile floor. My nose felt injured and was surely bleeding. I normally hate feeling helpless, but my consciousness was so weak the thought was unable to surface at the time. Eventually my sight returned, albeit as a patchy purple-blue state, and I was barely able to stand and hold onto the sink once more. Feeling drunk, I looked into the mirror and saw no blood, and was relieved. Injuries merely felt worse than they really were. At that time I was sweating drippingly-profusely. I grabbed a towel and crawled to the couch. I sat there for a moment, and gathered my thoughts. The concept of time was completely lost upon me, and I decided that herding cats would be an easier task than gathering thoughts. Ahh, but of course! Orange juice could make anything better, especially my current condition. I always prefer orange juice with lots of pulp, as fresh bits splashing down my throat remind me of real oranges, unlike artificial juice that has been shipped in a carton. I turned on a few fans to cool down, and showered to rinse off the smelly sweat. Fortunately, I was able to remain in an upright position while taking a shower. Hmm, the pro’s and con’s of having a body. I called a car service to take me to the hospital.

After arriving at the Cabrini hospital they gave me two liters of saline solution via IV. A quick check with a tongue depressor showed that I had an infection - likely a form of strep throat. They gave me a cardiogram to check for normal heart operation. I complained that walking was painful - as each step jarred my brain. As a result, I was administered a catscan (a three dimensional xray) to assure there were no brain injuries from the fall. A catscan is quite the intriguing procedure. You lie down on a bed with a headrest, and your head is strapped in and is unable to move. I felt as if I had been admitted to the sanitarium. Certain Pink Floyd lyrics came to mind “The lunatic is on the grass / Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs / got to keep the loonies on the path” The bed then rose and moved into a donut shaped enclosure that has a diameter of about three feet. Flat red lasers were shining into me, not unlike a rock concert. Part of the donut was transparent, and machinery inside was spinning around at a rapid pace. A buzzing noise that occurred every 1.5 revolutions. After all of the tests and diagnoses, I was returned to my cozy bed in the emergency room and was served the hospital’s finest cuisine! String beans, turkey, mushrooms, potatoes, peaches, apple juice, coffee, milk, and celery soup! The meal was so filling I soon fell asleep. The final diagnoses: heat exhaustion and strep. Before moving to NYC, I had never been to an emergency room and I became sick perhaps once every two years!

If you’ve ever had a fever dream, and appreciate erotic fiction, take a look at Fever Dreams.