In the last week, I started dating a wonderful new woman, visited with my sister who is down from Atlanta, hung out with 7 (count 'em) 7 cats, and came down with a the little cold that could and did lay me up sick-a-bed for almost the entire 4th of july week. Its Thursday July 5, and I'm starting to come out of it...
Or to come back into it, because I was out of it for the last few days...or last few daze to be exact...
So some things that I thought about during my sickness are as follows (and yes, this includes thoughts thunk by me whilst in a fever of 101.3 degrees, so they may not be too coherent...)
One thing that kept running through my mind was Paul Simon's lyrics to "Something so Right", when he says,
"You've got the cool water
When the fever runs high
You've got the look of lovelight in your eyes
And I was in crazy motion'
til you calmed me down
It took a little time
But you calmed me down"
Which was exactly what I needed. It was actually the first time in over 10 years that I've been sick and my mom took care of me, putting moist towels on my brow and an icepack on my chest to bring the fever down. It was so comforting...moms rock!
Also-
For a while when I was able to move around but lacked normal sensation in my limbs, I had the idea that I was a little man driving my big body around...similar to the operators of Voltron, defender of the Universe, although I believe he had men and women in every limb so that when his separate parts assembled into one gigantic metal bad-ass mutha, he could kick some Universal ass.
Maybe this is what was revealed to me- that I just need to find the right person(s) to link up with and we'll form the equivalent of Voltron (and I think one of the Transformers (the Constructicons) did this too)...and maybe the Power Rangers? (Not that I am fond of thinking that I would be a Power Ranger, Ford Ranger, or even the Lone Ranger)...There's just too much Anger in a Ranger...(at least after the R, there's Anger).
My Sister, who is a mental health counselor, tells me that the little man in the head theory is known as a homunculus, and was an early explanation for how the mind controls the body (as well as many other interesting notions, including a tie-in to the mandrake in alchemical texts, and a representation of the sensory nervous system personified). The theory was that there was a little man in your head who controlled you and your thoughts...much like the alien pictured in Men In Black, and to some degree, in Being John Malkovich....
I felt alot like that, sort of like I was controlling this fleshy robot from a somewhat removed perspective inside this guy's head.
Now that I am on the road to recovery, however, my homunculus is taking a back seat again. He can be a back seat driver for all that I care, so far his decisions have worked out well...According to my sources, I'm supposed to feed him lavender seeds and earthworms to convince him to stick around, so I better get crackin'!
