I am fucking sick, Folks
Hate it. I don’t think it’s the thing but I’ll keep you in the loop. I guess it would be kind of exciting to be in the first wave to get the thing and get through it. I think it’s just a nasty head cold.
My eyes feel like they are going to pop out and my head feels like it’s about to pop off and I I’m tired and feverish. Damn. A lot of liquids going in. A lot. Yesterday I think I drank about three gallons of water with electrolyte powder in it. That night I soaked the sheets. Like, soaking. I felt like my body was processing the sickness, working well.
So, I’m sick and my cat Monkey is on the mend a bit. I thought he had a lung infection but the antibiotics were making him sick and didn’t seem to be helping. I brought him in and got him a steroid shot for potential asthma and filled him up with subcutaneous fluids and he seems good. Meanwhile….
I got my MRI results back and my back is a bit fucked up it turns out. I have some protrusions in between some vertebrae. Dumb. I did it to myself. Stupid vanity injury. I don’t need to be doing heavy, heavy squats. I’m not competing. I have nothing to prove (maybe a little). I remember when it happened. I was about to squat some big weight and I set the bar on my vertebrae. DUMB. It was a form issue and I heard the pop of whatever happened. The protrusions.
I could be just hiking and doing yoga and some light workout. I’m 56 for fuck sake. Now I’m permanently hurt because I’m an idiot. So common.
Today I talk to my old roommate and big shot film director, Pete Berg. He directed the new film Spencer Confidential which I was in. On Thursday I talk to Thora Birch. She wanted to come on, I said sure and we did the thing. Good talks!
Enjoy!
Love,
Maron