Tonsillitis! My right tonsil is swollen to the middle of my throat. I can see my lymph nodes bulging out of my neck. I called in sick even though we are supposed to have a somewhat big deal meeting with a potential client this afternoon. I may go in for it, I’m waiting to hear from my boss.

Throat’s been sore since Sunday. It was sore and making my ear throat yesterday too. I just couldn’t hack it today. How fortuitous that I’m scheduled for a check up tomorrow morning anyway!

I tried gargling and drinking cider vinegar. It is a truly medieval treatment. (”It’ll put hair on yer chest, boy!”)

All for naught.

Huffy Henry hid the day,
unappeasable Henry sulked.
I see his point,—a trying to put things over.
It was the thought that they thought
they could do it made Henry wicked & away.
But he should have come out and talked.

All the world like a woolen lover
once did seem on Henry’s side.
Then came a departure.
Thereafter nothing fell out as it might or ought.
I don’t see how Henry, pried
open for all the world to see, survived.

What he has now to say is a long
wonder the world can bear & be.
Once in a sycamore I was glad
all at the top, and I sang.
Hard on the land wears the strong sea
and empty grows every bed.

John Berryman

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