Music:a memory of Paul McCartney doing a decent job with his own songs
Down In the Valley
Kim and I know a couple who both work on Valley Fever, improbably as that may sound. So Kim left a message for them to call us back with whatever insider information they could provide. Mark kindly phoned us earlier this evening. Guess what? My positive test result is almost certainly not the result of the Valley Fever I was retroactively sure I had back in the fall of 2000. The way the test works, Mark explained, I must have had Valley Fever very recently. Although I was nowhere near as sick as I was back in 2000 -- our house still bears the traces of the blood I threw up all over the walls then -- I have been sick enough of late for the diagnosis to make sense. Lack of energy is the biggest symptom of someone recovering from fever stage and I'm definitely suffering from that. But still. I really hope I don't need a tonsilectomy. And I'm even more desirous of not having that cavity in my lungs, because I definitely don't want to spend my life on anti-fungal medication, which is the course of treatment in extreme cases. I would, like, totally not be stoked to be permanently del valle. Considering the fact that I played three hours of basketball this afternoon, most of which were spent in intense half-court battles -- two on two is almost as tiring as running full court with five to a team -- and made the three-pointer that clinched my team's victory in the final best-of-three series, though, I'm pretty sure that the situation is not that dire. I'm completely worn out, mind you, but that's largely from a level of exertion to which I'd grown unaccustomed over the past six weeks. At least my caffeine headache went away for a while.