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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

The Kiss

I was afraid this was going to happen.
You remember the dream you had last night?
Don't you?
Or you thought it was a dream.
A hazy figure,
lightly touching your cheek.
So soft,
but also pointy.
You imagined it could have been,
sharpened fingernails caressing your skin,
of a petite manicured women.
The movement was sometimes circular,
sometimes tapping straight across,
from one cheek to the other.
Then the taps slow down,
inching closer,
ever closer to your lips.
You feel it as sensual,
enjoyable.
The tapping stops.
That's when you realize there are six set of fingernail tips contacting  your chin
and lower lip.
You know inside your dream something is wrong.
Will this feeling go away
or is there nothing to be suspicious of?
You quickly sit up in bed
and slap away at your lower lip!
It wasn't the voluptuous kiss you were expecting in your dream.
Whatever was crawling on your face bit your lower lip.
Oh no!
It was a bite from the Triatominae!
THE KISSING BUG!
They carry the
American Trypanosomiasis.
A tropical parasitic disease caused by the
Protozoan Trypanosoma Cruzi.
Better known as the
Chagas Disease.
Your symptoms will change over the course of the infection.
In the early stage,
your symptoms are typically either asymptomatic,
(not present)
or mild,
so be warned.
Still,
it may include a fever,
swollen lymph nodes,
headaches,
or local swelling at the site of the bite.
After 8 to 12 weeks,
if you don't seek treatment,
you'll enter the chronic phase of disease,
in which your heart rhythm may have abnormalities that will cause your sudden death.
If you survive the early phases of the disease,
when you believe your health has gotten better,
you'll develop further symptoms 10 to 30 years after the initial infection!
Including enlargement of the ventricles of the heart,
leading to heart failure.
A dilated heart that doesn’t pump blood well.
Or an enlarged esophagus
or an enlarged colon,
leading to difficulties with eating
or passing stool.
Why didn't you wake up in time?
Why?
Wait,
what?
You don't believe this can possibly happen to you?
OK,
try not to think about it tonight before you go to bed.
I dare you.
If you think it's just a case of a little bed bug biting you,
fine.
See what I care.
It may not have happen last night,
but remember,
that one night?

This is,
Hoping I Planted The Seed Of Doubt Inside Your Mind Hypochondriacs,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“The physician should not treat the disease but the patient who is suffering from it” - Maimonides -

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