what's the story morning glory

i've no idea. i'm not right. whatever i've caught is sticking like gum to the hair on a hot summer day. strange thing is that i don't have a stuffed up head, no headaches, very little sneezing, and no coughing. what i do have is a constant case of vertigo, no energy by which i mean absolutely none, the walks to and from work are not unbearable but i am winded at the end and can barely move once i sit down, lo-grade fevers which usually are more prevalent at night, and no appetite. i can eat when i remind myself to do so.

rather than give a litany of ills i know a man in his early 40s must remain vigilant. diabetes, heart disease, cancers and ill-humor are just a few of illnesses a person can develop. i don't think it's any of those, tho i do worry about developing ill-humor, but i promised anna that i'd make an apt. with the dr if my symptoms persist by the end of the week. being the manly-man that i am i'd have to be bleeding from the eyes, nose, mouth and anus before i'd even consider calling the dr. i've promised anna that i'd shuck my manly-man masculinity to reveal the girly-man beneath. so i'll call should i not feel better. all this week and last week i've been going to bed early. i can sleep, easily, but my dreams are hyper-real. when i wake up i can recall just a few tableaux. that's kind of fun. let's see what tonight's dreams may come.