the sound of one lung breathing

I've been more creatively inspired over the last month than I have in quite some time. And it's been a steady, cleansing kind of creative inspiration (as opposed to the usual, manic, all-nighter kind), balanced by equal parts input and output. I've discovered a ton of great music lately and have been on a good reading kick for a couple of months now. I'm taking another Sackett Street writing workshop (the first nonfiction class), which has been a good writing catalyst. I have four rough chapters of my Berklee memoir written and am working on a track which will probably make it onto the EP I hope to release next Spring. I feel like I have a really solid grasp on what I want to accomplish, both musically and with the book, and have set some realistic goals.

The problem is that during this entire period I have basically felt like crap and have had limited energy. A couple of days ago, when we were in D.C. for the weekend, I took a long walk with my mom and Julia. Afterwards I almost passed out from exhaustion and couldn’t catch my breath for the rest of the day. Tomorrow I’m getting a chest x-ray, although my doctor doesn’t think it’ll turn up anything.

At this point I’m open to suggestions – faith healing, exorcism, aura reading, a good bleeding. Really, whatever it takes. Feel free to suggest anything. Otherwise, I’ll continue on this path until I wind up in some kind of meditative, higher state of creative consciousness, except I’ll be hooked up to a breathing machine and lying on a bean bag chair in a pulp.