Friday the 13th And I Was in the Hospital

I had been having such good health lately.

And then something happened.

I don't get my body and allergies.

The last time I reacted it was a pineapple salsa I had never tried before.But it was mild.

So there was a regular salsa (haven't had salsa in ages) and I was enjoying it.

Then reaction. Hives. Worse stuff.

The emergency room was amazingly tranquil. So quiet.

Nature never complies with our superstitions.

And it's not like this is a drinking holiday with all the accidents that causes.

Or do people drink more on the 13th?

No clue.

I hated going to the hospital. I was sure someone would cough bubonic on me.

I wore like eight layers of clothing.

I looked like Marcel Proust looked even in August.

Well according to that lovely little Howard Moss book illustrated by Gorey.

I miss that.

Back at my old house, I think.

Instant Lives.

A charmer.

I think the Oscar Wilde profile was my favorite.

And maybe Zoltan Kodaly.

I noticed Tumblr peoples found my one Jason ecard since I had it tagged Friday the 13th and that got around a lot more today.

I had completely forgotten I had a Friday the 13th themed post.

But since someone commented when they reposted it, I took the opportunity to reblog it myself then (that's the backdoor way you can reblog yourself on Tumblr--when someone comments).