Health blues
Being the product of doctors is usually a good thing. Prescription samples are lovely, easy access to sick notes (most of which i’d write myself and get ammi or thathhti to sign it, I’ve written some very colourful ones in my time, including one about being bitten by a Boa Constrictor, which didn’t quite fly), old stethescopes to listen through doors and other things, the doctors’ badge on the car and the general license to be a pundit on all aspects medical amongst one’s peers. It does however have its drawbacks. Every once in a while thaththi brings home some outrageous disease which he happily coughs on to the rest of us. As a result I have been a sickly fellow for the better part of my life. My latest disease consists of a wicked, bronchiole wrenching cough, a dull and annoying headache and much sniffling. Bed rest was the order of the day but being the pundit that I am I went for a sea bath on the poya day and ate lots and lots of seafood. There’s a place called coconut primitive in Negombo that serves a mean seafood platter and a meaner devilled pork. It also comes with an excellent poster on its wall.
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Happily enough the poster is dated 1987 or something, and a lot of things were strange in the ’80s. Ah and “Rohitha’s” stage name is con-dom. I love his little personalized note to the locals at the bottom. I came home that night and coughed and sneezed myself to sleep and managed to scrape myself out of bed for work. Four hours in an A/C room put paid to that and i took half day and slept some more. As a result I missed Venice, and I was then told that I should be thankful to my germs for keeping me away a large quantity of bollocks squeezed into 3 hours of pretention. These are not my words. But I think that, plus a few other negative comments about it, is enough to keep me away from this time’s Stage Light production. Shame though, I thought R&J wasn’t all bad.
Health has improved marginally today, helped by some super chinese from a hole in the wall joint on Deanstone place in Kollupitiya called Min Han, nothing like some spice to clear out the system. If you do go there have a chat with the waiter Wijepala, he’s quite easy to spot bc he’s the only waiter. Unfortunately I will in all probability deteriorate significantly after the Bradby this evening where I will probably shout more than I should. I pity the ppl in front of me. Further health problems are forecast if I go ahead with the plan to go white water rafting in Seethawaka tomorrow. But one day at a time i always say, one day at a time.
