Flu Game

May 25, 2015

Call the angel of mercy & put me outta my misery.
Headache.
Body ache.
Sore Throat.
Constant dripping of the nose.
Sneezing.
It’s too hot.
It’s too cold.
Don’t wanna be awake.
Can’t sleep.

My mind is going in-sane.
Like a spooked horse.

A distant memory of watching the ’97 flu game.
How the hell did Mike do it?

Maybe the pros are able to calm the mind especially when it’s spooked.

I remember reading about James Bond Stockdale.
Vice Admiral.
“One of the most-highly decorated officers in the history of the U.S. Navy.”
Prisoner of War in Vietnam.
For 8 years.
4 years solitary.
Tortured 15 times.
Put in leg irons for 2 years.
“As the highest-ranking naval officer held during the Vietnam War he organized the POWs in the infamous “Hanoi Hilton” to provide them with a sense of hope and empowerment.”

He was a student of Stoicism.
And this helped during his Flu Game.
People like this exist!

I’ve read Stoicism.
And all the Vietnamese would have to do is infect me with the flu.
I’d crack on day 2.

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Thoughts of a Philosophical Fighter Pilot