Tag: Illness


Buridan’s Ass

I have always fancied having some really interesting illness. Not something that would blight my life beyond recovery, just something to talk about at parties. You know the way people talk about their piles in mixed company or their old war wound. Alas, it is not to be because despite abusing my body for fifty two years it has remained predominantly healthy. I wouldn’t say I was a paradigm of health and fitness but then again I am not in the doctor’s surgery every other day either. In fact, I have only visited the doctor’s surgery a couple of times since I outgrew asthma in my early twenties.

So here I am daunted by my desire for an interesting illness.

Or so I thought…