December 16, 2004 02:42 AM
Today, Kris and I drove into Pacifica over the ridge overlooking the ocean. The entire valley was covered in a thick misty fog. I was in awe. Kris commented that it was “heaven” and it made me think of the night we went for our stroll along the beach and above our heads were shooting stars and meteors and to our right in the gulch-like region with trees that look like they came out of a Tim Burton movie was a thick bank of heavy rolling fog that looked like a portal into the underworld. I thought today that I was in paradise and that even if you are in paradise, if you don’t have your health, you truly have nothing at all. I woke up today drenched in sweat and feeling that my infection had lowered itself deep into my body. I felt a pang of fear. Kris was generous enough to find an urgent care clinic for me and drove me there to see a doctor. I told the doctor I had to be in full capacity Saturday night and to take drastic measures. He was understanding and he gave me a powerful antibiotic which I have now introduced into my system. I am feeling better, much better and I am confident that this raging war taking place right now inside me will conclude with the infection shrinking into oblivion and full power blasting into me by Saturday night at London Forum.
This will most likely be the last Artery/journal until I get home to Atlanta on the 20th. I am happy that Nic will be in London with me. Nic’s positive energy has become a vital source of my inspiration.