The Computer that Would Not -
Monday morning I sat down at my desk only to find that my lifeline to the
world (my computer) would not work. Everything I have done, everything I
need to do, and everything others want me to do was stored inside its silicone
memory because my memory is so bad.
The Computer that Could Not
It had been acting a bit strange for a few days, but there was nothing
specific I could put my finger on. After removing the cover I poked and
prodded, but there were no tender points. I flipped all the right switches,
but it was slow to start up. It was plugged in, but it didn't really act
plugged in, at least to reality as it is known by a computer. It didn't
seem to remember where to find any of the data it needed to get going
so I took out the disk drive to take a look. There was nothing to see,
or at least anything that I knew anything about. Using some analysis software,
I took a deeper look, but still there were no signs of anything wrong.
Then I ran a virus program only to find that it couldn't find any more
than I could. All my work seemed to be gone. My plans were gone. My life
was on hold until I could get it going again. I just shut it off and came
back a little later. The screen just flickered and looked sort of blurry.
I gave it the command to go to sleep, but nothing happened. It just sat
there not knowing what to do next. Finally I unplugged it. I couldn't
see anything wrong with it so I figured maybe it doesn't really have anything
wrong with it either. The next morning I tried waking it up again, but
it still wouldn't get going. Finally I realized - maybe CFIDS is transmissible
l the data I could from the hard drive and then did something drastic
- something you can only do to computers; I erased ALL its memory and
reformatted its drive. Bingo! It got up right away, without even a second
thought. Nothing more was needed - no shock therapy, no herbs, no expensive
treatments, not even any time on a comfortable couch - nothing. Finally
I put only the data I wanted back into it because there is nothing worse
than a computer that knows too much - that is, other than a noncompliant
computer. At last, three days later, my computer was up and RUNNING again!
Finally I had found a successful treatment! I sat back proudly as I gazed
into its pixel eyed monitor and thought, "Oh baby, you not only look so
healthy, you act so healthy." The big question is: is it cured or just
in remission? Or maybe there was nothing really wrong with it.
© Friedlich, 1994
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from The Chronicles of CFIDS: One Patient's Forum
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