… when i was a child, i had a fever, my hands felt just like two balloons,
i turned to look but it was gone, i cannot put my finger on it now,
the child is grown, the dream is gone …
i don’t run high fevers like i did when i was a kid — 104, 105, sooooo psychedelic. now? for the most part i am under 98 degrees, so 99.5 is like woohoo! i mean it’s bad and all, but i don’t really mind. (just that lingering tummy bug whatever thing, no worries). but i remember (sort of remember) (actually this is pretty much all i remember of it, too) the summer i was five, and i had typhoid. caught it on vacation in tijuana. found out what i had when i came home from a birthday party to find a quarantine notice on my door. anyway, what a fever that was. i can remember the feeling i was being run over by a train. just laying there under the train watching it roll over me. rather detachedly, as i recall.
anyway so i was just laying there on the couch, and hearing the digimon rumble arena theme song distantly in my head, and it kinda reminded me.