"It's
on the move!" Like Trinity says in the Matrix when she's trying to get
the bug out of Neo's belly. I knew that all that phlegm from the chest
cold I had at the beginning of this year had never made its exit. I
knew it was still in there somewhere. This morning I woke up and it was
glugging around in my ears.
Just when I'd mostly given up and learned to live with this thing,
suddenly it's surfacing or re-locating or something. I'm not sure
whether this means that it's almost over, or whether it's entering some
new, more sinister phase.
I was thinking about that word "phlegmatic." It goes back to the days
when they thought phlegm was one of the Four Humours in our bodies.
(Yes, I just did my Wikipedia research.) Apparently all this phlegm
makes me calm, unemotional... phlegmatic. I guess that's better than
being filled with bile. But I still need to get my Humours back in
balance.
Musings Past
