I've been sick for a few days now. It started very early Tuesday. Yesterday my mom, a Nurse Practitioner, was talking to my grandmother, a grandmother, on the phone. I heard her say, "Yeah he's got something with flu-like symptoms." I assumed that that meant that it was like the flu, but not the flu, whatever that meant. I also assumed that that meant I could give it a name.
   So how about something exciting like, "La Grippe"? But I come to find out that name is already taken. Apparently there's already a sickness called "La Grippe," but they don't even call it a sickness; they use the silly word "Pandemic," whatever that is. So I need a better name for my "flu-not flu."
   So back to the drawing board. Well I don't know what it is, so I could go for something like, "What is it?" But in order to make it sound good in English, I'd have to have it in a different langauge. So I shot for Hebrew and got "Manna." But apparently that one is also taken, who'd a thunk it? It was used for bread from heaven, and I certainly don't want to call my "flu-not flu," "Bread from heaven."
   So I give up and we'll just call it, "Korben's flu-not flu."

  Let me tell you a little bit about my sickness. On Tuesday morning I woke up with a temperature of 102. I don't remember most of the day cuz I slept during most of it. I had moved to the couch and fallen asleep around 10am, my mom came home around 5pm and I had just woken up. She asked me if I wanted to watch some TV. I thought to myself, "I went to sleep around 10am, so she must be here for lunch or something. She's crazy there's nothing good on TV at noon, they just have soaps and game shows (which I admit the game shows are farely interesting at times)." But anyway, I thought it was funny cuz she shortly left to go see some more patients and I went to my computer and say that she wasn't crazy; I was.
  Ok, on to Wednesday. Tuesday I ate nothing and drank very little. So I woke up at like 4 on Wednesday, dying of thirst. I layed in bed for almost an hour before I decided water wouldn't come to me. I crawled out of bed and headed out my room. I went out the door, and the next thing I new I was in the floor of the computer room and my body was hurting and I had no idea where I was or why I was there. (For those of you who don't know. From my room you go up the stairs, through the living room and a hallway and take a quick right and your in the computer room.) As you can imagine it is pretty freaky having no idea where you are or even why your there. After I decided no one had kidnapped me and it wasn't all some elaborate terrorist plot, I got up and found my way to the couch to wait about 30 minutes till my mom's alarm clock would go off and I could ask her to get me some water.
  Now comes Thursday. Thursday was generally a better day than the others. I still couldn't sit at my computer for an extended period of time, so I got an old laptop with a wireless card and lay on the couch. The first problem was that I couldn't get the laptop on the internet. I soon gave that up and switched to trying to pass the time playing games on the laptop. I found that "korben's flu-not flu" does a number on your mental processes. I tried Free Cell, but just couldn't think clearly enough to decide on all the layers of cards and such. Next I went to Minesweeper, another great game I haven't played in a long time. But I just couldn't make myself enjoy it. That being a windows 98 machine I was out of options, so I had to resort to Solitaire. Now I mean no offense to those of you who may enjoy solitaire, but I find many games much more stimulating. Anyway, my sickness made me resort to solitaire. After playing for about an hour I only beat it once, I think.

So enough rambling about my "Korben's flu-not flu."