Time: Last Week
Scene: A swimming pool with a domed deep pink roof and curved deep pink walls. Welcome to my bladder.
Swimming in my bladder are some E-Coli bacteria and “innumerable” white blood cells.
One E-Coli says to another, “Do I know you?”
“Perhaps. Are you from the Old Country?”
“Belarus? No. You?”
“Oh, no. My people have lived here for years.”
“Me too. It’s peaceful. Not like the old days!”
“Heh. Yes, we would be bounced around and around back then. Incredible! It was like a tsunami!”
“The bacteria today do not know what it was like back then. If there was an attack by the White Blood Cells they wouldn’t know what to do.”
“Here’s what we should do. Let’s have a drill, just in case there’s some activity and we are in peril of washing away or she douses us in cranberry juice cocktail.”
“My information says they’re going to Paris. We really should be prepared – You! Kid! Don’t pee in the pool!”
And … Scene. This is why we have a bladder infection. It’s a pre-emptive UTI.
2 responses to “My Inner Self”
You really do have a unique way of looking at things. This could’ve been a hell of a conversation in the cafeteria.
Caroline – Actually, I had one of your freshly-made pepperoni pizzas today for lunch, and that was for the sake of – well, I tried to explain to Marcia why I was eating pizza, but I was so dainty in my explanation I don’t think she ever got it.