As I mentioned in my previous post, last week, and part of this week I’ve been ill with the flu. And I’m not really a very good patient. What’s a good patient? Well, first of all, he’s patient. He waits patiently while his internal defense mechanisms… and the medicines, if he’s given any… fight off the invasion of microbes or virus that have infected his body, and while he’s waiting, he reads a good book, stares out the window at the winter beauty freezing the life out of plant and animal… and diligently drinks his whisky for its anti biotic effect.
But as I said, I’m not a good patient. And this time, it was even worse than usual. Because the flu hit me smack in my throat, and I was having trouble swallowing, let alone the pain and sorrow of the event… I wasn’t able to apply the whisky treatment which is so much a part of the proper healthy approach to illness. I couldn’t even swallow the pills my doctor prescribed for my heart disease. It was what people of a certain age call ‘challenging’. Moreover, I have a tendency to get very pessimistic when I am ill. I have been known to make proclamations like. ‘this is the end’, and ‘there’s no way out from here’ when under attack from microbes. You see, they’re so small. They hit you in the guts and you feel it. But when you try to hit them back, you don’t even see them. It’s frustrating. And that’s what happened this time too.
And since I happened to be in temporary lodgings with an angelic woman who had been steadily spoiling me for the past three months, it occurred to me that maybe I had died and gone to heaven. Yet on the other hand… was it at all possible that you’d get the flu in heaven? So it became clear to me that regardless of the euphoria, I was still in the real world and living the life after all. And if that was the case, I had to consider… just how long could a Jerusalemite live outside of Jerusalem till his heart began to break? My new apartment still hadn’t been set up and arranged. The project looked ‘long term’. I felt disconnected from my roots and despondent. So I made a call to my friends in Jerusalem, and told them that though I was having a marvelous time, I just couldn’t bear the exile any longer.
Within a day they had found me an apartment to rent in my beloved city. Of course, it was overpriced. But what do you expect when you make these on the spot life changes? And the apartment was nothing more than one rather large room with kitchen and bathroom. But it had a high ceiling and lots of windows overlooking the street in one of my favorite neighborhood. And it has wifi too. Plus television and cable service. I pulled the TV and cable modem out of the sockets as soon as I arrived, and that gave me two extra electrical sockets, which I took as a first good sign. The apartment itself hadn’t been repaired or improved upon in the last hundred years, so it had that very Jerusalem feel to it. How lucky can you get? And since parking in this area is also a matter of luck, I get a lot of exercise just walking to the apartment after I’ve found a parking space somewhere in the very general vicinity. Which means a lot of healthy exercise.
On my second day in town, Janne came over to help me do the shopping, and Rivka arrived to encourage me on my return to my evil old ways. Family and friends started dropping by. Yesterday, I did my restart shower. That’s a shower that lasts so long you forget you were ever sick, and come back to the world as a new born babe. That’s how I feel right now. As if I was reborn. And the illustrations I’ve published here, are of my new environment. It’s not the ‘new home’ yet. Who knows if I’ll live to see it. But it does feel good to be back in my old home town.
Please forgive me for not answering comments or letters. I’ve been ill. But I do plan to get to that in the coming week.