Alive

I've spent the last several hours alternating between feeling very cold and very hot.

You see, my right foot is infected. The infection began with a cut, a scrape really, that left untreated turned my right foot into a balloon. The infection led to bouts of fever, which explains the shivering and sweating. The fever led to delirium, which I always consider quite enjoyable, but this is besides the point. Pointedly, I have undergone what I would call a mild fatal experience.

There are things you learn when you are this close to death: water is the tastiest substance on Earth, eating is overrated and debilitating pain in the foot can be conquered by laying down. My right foot is so big, my Crocs which are usually a size and a half too big now fit snugly over said foot, and I admit this is kind of a plus. But the most important thing you learn is... love.

This piece just fell flat. I hope my shoes fit tomorrow for my court date.