Saturday, January 29, 2011

Week in Seven Words #52

ambuscade
I feel a little unwell at the beginning of the week, but it passes, and I let down my guard. As it turns out, the microscopic fiends that made a scouting mission through my innards have retreated only to regroup, bring in reinforcements, and launch a surprise attack.

bracing
The outside world is crunchy. The streets crackle with ice, the snow on the curb crumbles to a fine powder on the sidewalk. The air has a clean healthy bite to it.

moment
When I get to the room, no one is there. I'm glad I decide to stay. Had I chosen to leave right then and there, instead of bobbing around by the door in a state of indetermination, I would have missed out on an interesting hour of learning.

pomaceous
Apple juice, plain and sweet, waiting in a glass bottle at the bottom of the grocery bag.

stilts
I'm running a fever and need to walk across the room. My head is somewhere near the ceiling, and I'm not sure if my feet are touching the ground.

stupor
T.V. is suddenly interesting. My patience for commercials seems limitless. Look at that shiny clean pan, that washer and dryer set, that lovely meteorologist swooping around in front of a map with low frozen numbers on it. As long as I don't have to peel myself off the couch and fall back into bed I'm good. Just let me stay here for a while.

sustaining
I'm so thankful she's here. She makes a weak tea that I can keep down. She goes out into the slippery unplowed world to get some necessities from the convenience store. She tells me I'm certifiably insane for thinking that I can go to class in my condition. She makes excellent plain white rice and chicken broth. When I'm at my lowest point she's there.

7 comments:

patteran said...

Illness touching several bases here, HK. I hope that the microbes pack up and go visiting somewhere else soon!

John Hayes said...

Stilts, stupor & sustaining are all very accurate descriptions emotional states during a sickness--hope you are feeling better now!

Lucy said...

Poor girl! Hope you're feeling better, and well done for writing. I do sometimes quite like the 'stupor' stage of being ill, after a fashion...

naida said...

awwwww...I hope you feel better soon! You're so creative with expressing yourself :)
I've definitely felt like what's described in 'stilts' before. It sounds like whoever's 'sustaining' you is doing great.

Crafty Green Poet said...

sorry you're not feeling well, but your descriptions are brilliant!

Relyn said...

I read stupor and thought, "OH man! She is sick!" I hope you feel better soon. Much better!

HKatz said...

Thank you all for your well-wishes and comments :)