Woke up

with fever today.
It was only 39½ deg cel at its peak, and now it is fading.
As usual.

I love that feeling of it. When you try to do things.
The entire body feels like a thousand needles.
And you feel like collapsing and fainting.
That is basically business as usual to me.
Just on a particularly busy day.

I command my cells:
“Hold together”
I love them. As if my children.
I urge them to seek out and destroy whatever is wrong in the body.
Without any mercy whatsoever.
And I ask them what they need. Whatever it is.
Usually they scream for sugar.
And sugar they get.
I even buy non-sugar-free sodas in a state like this.
They have earned the treat.

My beloved bio-components.
I might love everyone and everything beneath the surface of my edgy ego.
But I love nothing more than my own cellular structure.
Because they are me. They constitute me.
They make me me.
They make me whole.

Nothing is stronger than my own immune system, my own biological defence.
They have trained in a military fashion and exterminates anything stupid enough to enter my body. That should not be there.

I and my body do not fear death.
We laugh it in the face.
Like we have so many times before.
They survived chemos.
They survived torture.
They survived organ loss.

I love my body.
I love myself.
And every single cell in my body knows that and does not doubt that for a second.
That is how I survive.

“Regard your soldiers as your children, and they will follow you into the deepest valleys; look upon them as your own beloved sons, and they will stand by you even unto death. If, however, you are indulgent, but unable to make your authority felt; kind-hearted, but unable to enforce your commands; and incapable, moreover, of quelling disorder: then your soldiers must be likened to spoilt children; they are useless for any practical purpose.”

Sun tzu, The art of war