weinraub’s words

Pot belly. Wrinkles. Neck waddles. Creaky knees.

Sigh…

So, yesterday morning: I’m all packed up with my computer and backpack, just about to walk out the door to work at my friend Denny’s office.

[ Can't really work at the house, too many bodies around, including: Annie, the two kids Becca (4y7m) and Benjamin (2y3m), Annie's 16yo daughter Jang, Jang's 18yo husband Man , Annie's 17yo son James, and the usual assortment of friends and neighbors who descend upon our place to eat, chat, hang-out, and nap. ]

I’m wearing my usual outfit except that since it was Saturday and Denny’s staff would probably only work a half-day, I’ve selected a clean, ironed NY Yankees T-shirt, instead of one of my usual work-week, button-down, short-sleeved plaid-print shirts.

I give the kids a kiss goodbye and as I’m walking out the door, in an suspicious, accusatory tone, Becca asks me, “Where are you going?”.

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Last week, I was in the hospital 3 nights, IV drip the whole time. Before I went in, I had two nights of fever at home. Not too high, though I did get over 102 for a short period. Still, didn’t feel like regular flu. Not enough chills, no significant sore throat or coughing. And Dengue has really picked up around here in SE Asia, in Thailand, in Phuket, and – can you believe it? – on Nanai in particular. A broadcast truck apparently swept the neighborhood recently warning everyone – in Thai only, of course – that Nanai is a danger point or something like that.

Feeling much better now, though I am a little bit itchy, which the doctor says is the last stage of the dengue coming out.