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My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of Heaven and earth,
He will not let your foot slip-
He who watches over you will not slumber.
-Psalms 121:2,3

 
The ProgenyArdithSharonJasonDerek

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Trench Warfare

That's what it's like between Loren and his illness.

The virii lob a projectile over to where Loren's dug in. Soon, his fever goes up.

His weakened immune system fires back. He hunkers down and waits for a brief respite, which might mean his temperature will cool down to 100.

Sooner or later another heat-seeking missile arrives and the fever rises.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Never a normal temperature.

Eventually, his body should win.

All the "sooner or laters" seem to add up to a long time, though....
 

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