Psychosomatic Addict Insane!

So yesterday I had the opportunity to go to the symphony, this time with Nigel and while I was feeling a little like I was getting sick, I figured fuck it, lets have some fun.  It was an amazing time, both in symphonic excellence, food yumminess and most excellent company.   Unfortunately, my immune system wants to cash the checks that my body has been writing, and I fear I may have severely overdrawn the account.    (I'd like nothing more than to extend the metaphor into including $35 overdraft fees, but I'll just get depressed.)

What typically ends up happening when I start to feel like I'm getting sick is that I focus on healthy foods and tea and honey and other liquids and stuff - which is good.   But I also focus on being SICK.  Which is not good.   I'm attacking this...experience differently this time.   I think the more I ignore the phlegmy lump in the back of my throat, the better.  Essentially, I need to convince my body that I'm completely healthy.  Is it going to work?  I doubt it.   We'll so how it goes tomorrow when I try to work out and run and sweat it out.

That's part of the reason that I'm writing this blog right now - to NOT focus on my sore throat that's required two doses of tylenol.  I've resisted the temptation to say AH and examine myself in the mirror.  It's too dark anyway, but inevitably, I'll unsuccessfully try and find the right angle where the light manages to sneak past my teeth.   While I write this I am not thinking about the sinus pressure that is slowly creeping up the back of my skull or my narrowing nasal passages, becoming more and more corroded like copper piping.  I'm not thinking about the increasing frequency that I am clearing my throat because my uvula feels like it's choking me.  Nope.  I'm focusing on writing. 

I felt amazing last night, during the symphony.  It was a packed house because Izhak Perlman was the guest conductor.  So evidently, he doesn't have legs.  Or maybe he has Polio.   This requires Wikipedia. Checking...Yep.  Had Polio when he was 4.  He walks with supports.   I had no idea.  I also had no idea that the first piece for the evening was Mozart's 25th symphony, one of my favorites.  I listen to a lot of classical music - well, I listen to the same classical pieces a lot - and the 25th is one of them.  I'm getting better at making the connection between the "names" of the pieces and what they sound like, so I didn't know at first glance, that the 25th was a symphony that I really liked until it started.    It's harder with classical music.  "Pour Some Sugar On Me" is easy to remember because they sing, "Pour some sugar on me" about five thousand times in the song.  Not so with classical music.  Obviously.

Anyway, it was surreal watching one of the most famous violinists to ever live play (and conduct simultaneously) one of my favorite symphonies.  It was brilliant.  

After the short intermission, in which everyone basically takes extra large wine and champagne shots, they played a Dvorak piece that completely blew me away.  It was his "New World Symphony" and I thought it was going to be lame - I mean, how can you beat Mozart?- but it was outstanding.  Parts of the symphony sounded like it was from the Native American scale, others like a cowboy movie soundtrack, and others reminded me of High Holiday songs.   And yet, it all worked.  It was REALLY good.  I ended up enjoying the Dvorak more than the Mozart.  I couldn't believe it.  I still sort of can't.  But if you have a moment, download "The New World Symphony" and you'll see what I'm talking about.  It's a wonderful piece.

I'm going to do my best to get back to writing the blog more often.  It's an important part of my creative experience and it's definitely going to take my mind off of being sick these next couple days.  Oh dammit, there I go again. Fuck.