Let me be absolutely crystal clear on this; tonsillitis sucks.
Now, I’m not going to start one of those mancold lamentations, which are ridiculous, but I actually had to cancel a gig this weekend due to illness, which is the first time ever for me. So that wasn’t fun.
Other than that, there’s really no point complaining, it is what it is, and you get to go on endless binges on HBO and Netflix, and as a horror fan I can tell you that watching scary movies with a 39°C fever (102°F) is very surreal and makes the experience even more unsettling, so that’s highly recommended.
One thing that always fascinated me about having a high fever and being stoned on painkillers are the dreams you have as you slip in and out of sleep in a daze. They can get truly bizarre at times, and I really wish I could record those dreams and watch them again later, there might be some amazing material for songs, books or movies in there. But at one point last night, I had an unbelievably lucid and meticulously detailed dream about making the arrangements for my own funeral, and let me tell you, I was on such a roll! I picked all the music I wanted performed, and the musicians I wanted to play, which people I wanted to invite, and some personal messages I wanted to leave for them. It was really awesome. I never wanted to have a depressing funeral, and the arrangement I came up with in my dream was just perfect for what I would like it to be when I eventually bite the Big One someday, so I decided that I would write down everything I could remember of the dream (which was most of it), and use that as a blueprint for the actual event. So, that was cool.
Anyway, I hope I’ll be back on my feet real soon, as we are about to start recording new material with Billy Momo in just a few days. Dreaming with a fever might be cool as shit, but playing the drums is not. This I know from experience.
The fever still lingers, so if this text seems even more rambling, incoherent and/or riddled with typos than usual, that might have something to do with it.
Take care, all you crazy kids in love out there.
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I remember my sister getting tonsilitis, then my brother and I got it. She got better, and we had to have surgery. Dad left for two weeks to stay in a motel, since tonsilitis can be deadly for adults. At least, that was the case in the 70s.
In one blink, I went from a surgery room to a hallway in a big staff room. Weird place to wake up. They were having a birthday party. My throat hurt, and I thought that I was thirsty. I motioned to someone and got their attention. They did not know why I was there, but understood that I was thirsty, so they brought me a paper cup. I drank it.
Nothing feels worse on the throat than grapefruit juice right out of surgery.
Get well soon.