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Om nom nom:

“My dear Burge, life is a disease; and the only difference between one man and another is the stage of the disease at which he lives. You are always at the crisis; I am always in the convalescent stage. I enjoy convalescence. It is the part that makes the illness worth while.”
– George Bernard Shaw, Back to Methuselah

This morning I’m able to whisper a little. “I’m doing great!” I thought, and then I realized that I was having yet another Hyperbole And A Half moment. I have a lot of those. Like this, which is just about exactly how I looked when I had both the Norwalk virus and an untreated disc herniation. Or this. Or this.

You know, if I were sure it was responsible, I might think this bug has been worth it for the vivid dreams I’ve been having lately. Last night I visited Jessica C. in her magnificent underground mad-science lair complete with two dozen artificially intelligent origami crabs and a player piano that played “Rockin’ Pneumonia” a la Professor Longhair. Good job, subconscious.

I don’t know Italian or much of anything about Berlusconi, and I’m still floored. (He probably wouldn’t be surprised by that. In his Nobel speech, he said, “English-speakers will have a tremendous advantage over the rest because they will imagine things I’ve neither said nor thought.” Er. Well. Yes, I expect so.)

Jasper pointed out that “Prisencolinensinainciusol” can be seen as a modern example of grammelot. I’d buy that. I wonder if the Swedish Chef might be arguably a grammelotarian as well. And then there’s De Düva:

What else?

If you follow me on Facebook, you know that I’ve been having a colossally sore throat for about a week. It’s sore enough that I haven’t talked for a couple of days. Compared to this, mono was a walk in the park. It’s even been waking me up because it hurts to breathe. The usual home remedies are nearly powerless against it. I keep looking for signs of strep, but it keeps on looking viral. (Low fever, some conjunctivitis – basically I feel like I’ve been stuck head-down into a vat of toxic dust.)

At least it’s given me the opportunity to learn that “hot potato voice” is a medical term of art. No kidding.

If I gave this bug to you, I am very, very sorry. If you’ve seen me in the last ten days or so, please stay hydrated and eat your vegetables or do whatever it is you do to fend off a virus. But if that doesn’t work, you might be interested in this handy review article from 2000: How effective are treatments other than antibiotics for acute sore throat?

I react well to aspirin generally, so I’ve started using the aspirin+caffeine treatment, and while I’m still not about to try anything crazy like talking, I do feel a lot better. Thank you, science.

My skeptic friends like to scoff at the power of prayer, and I’m right there with them with one exception: pain. Pain is weird. I’m willing to believe that, for many people, believing that friendly people are praying for one’s pain relief would reduce pain, just from the enhanced feeling of community and love.

My own experience was that all the support I got from friends actually reduced my pain by a solid 0.5 out of 10. That counts for a lot up in those upper pain registers. I would read words of support on Facebook, or read a book or watch a video that someone had brought for me, etc., and I would literally feel better. Not enough that I’d get up and dance, but enough that I might manage to turn over without steeling myself for five minutes first. It was the damnedest thing.

This may not be entirely surprising, at least if you follow what’s been going on in pain overlap theory. There’s been a fair bit of research in the last few years into what looks like a shared neurological basis of social and physical pain, and it’s been shown in a number of situations that social support can ameliorate physical pain.

There’s all sorts of interesting stuff going on in our pain systems, as it happens; lately it’s come out that taking a dose of Tylenol seems to help people keep from acutely feeling the pain of social rejection. It makes me wonder about all those low-dose daily aspirins that some people take for their cardiovascular health. Could those be enough to protect against some emotional stress as well as inflammation?

Something else helped: kitten videos on youtube. I swear to you, fluffy kittens at play are nature’s own minor narcotic. The Kitten Effect works even when they’re just falling asleep.

We’re going to build a rack for the bikes pretty soon here, so it will be good for them to stop by and eat.

That’s Montida L. of Thai Fusion, who was briefly interviewed by Q13 as part of a story about the upcoming Nickerson Street road diet. I’ve gotten all too used to stories about road diets that feature angry business owners pitching fits. So Montida’s statement struck me as refreshing, so much so that I wrote to thank Thai Fusion for being so friendly to bicyclists, saying that I’d be sure to try their place soon. The other owner, Ranee, wrote back to say, “Please do stop by,” and to let me know that it’d be fine to lock the bike to the patio railing if I get there before the bike racks do.

It’s just all so civilized. It’s a breath of fresh air. And check out the site — they’re allergy-aware (a whole gluten-free menu, neat) and they have a Thai coconut cheesecake and a street-food menu… And, ooh, they do a meing khum. I love meing khum. Right then. Definitely on the list of places I want to try. It’ll be a good tandem trip when I get my busted lumbar nerves more in order, but I’m not sure I want to wait that long.