I got poison oak two Saturdays ago volunteering for a local park to clear out non-native plants. I think I consumed more societal resources getting medical treatment than I contributed.
I was still able to go to work though, due to my strict regimen of anti-inflammatories, antibiotics, and antihistamines – all washed down with some booze for double potency.
My arms looked like hell, but that was okay. The oozing, the pus, the rotting, the moral decay – it was all hidden beneath the snow white shirtsleeves I usually sport to work.
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Despite my nightly chemical cocktail, I still had a bit of trouble sleeping last night. I dreamed I was a college freshman again at the arboreal UC Davis. I was going to study English and religion – and I was very excited.
Then I woke up and went to work. I feel like I spend 40 hours a week pretending to be someone else – someone professional. And I like that person more than myself.
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