Written on 31 January 2019
Jon had taken too many meds.
Having spent most of the week in the foetal position, clutching his stomach, wincing against the dizziness, he got bored of being ill. So he took too many meds.
He thought that the state of delirium he was in might lead to some sort of profound thought, which he could spin into a really creative, imaginative story that would move people. He really wanted his audience to understand what it was he was experiencing, and perhaps tie it to some sort of terminal illness.
But in the end he just went back to lying in the foetal position and wrote this nonsense. And he lay there, and lay there, and continued to feel a bit shitty for another few days, until his symptoms wore off.