A Journal of Sorts
"you see the world through your cynical eyes you're a troubled young man I can tell you've got it all in the palm of your hand but your hand's wet with sweat and your head needs a rest" ~ Tommy Shaw ~ still catching up... and on this day in the life I was sick... excrutiatingly sick... for the third time (I think, but who's counting anyway?) in this life time my kidney produced a stone and sent it on it's merry (sarcasm belies the fact that it really was heinous) way through the tiny tubes of the renal system (some women have told me it's more painful than childbirth, but I arrogantly don't believe them... is my irreverence lightening up the death march music in the background yet?)... what fun for the little rock, like a ride through a water park... not much fun for the water park though... anyway, if you must know I was up all last night producing fluids of assorted odd colors from just about everywhere except where liquids usually emerge from the body... a kidney stone, alas, clogs the plumbing... hopefully I won't explode (that would be messy)... the process is basically trying to slide a rock through a staw when the rock is bigger than the straw... dam... (pun intended) so anyway, for at least the past 24 hours, this is my excuse for not finally uploading the updating of the past month... if I survive, I'll try to find time before the end of the month to update this month and I'll ramble on as much as possible since it's so painfully obvious you've missed me so much... until then, if you want me, I'll be in the emergency room wishing for a mommy... I remember living it was beautiful it was full of pain and pleasure more than anything could measure I remember giving it was wonderful sharing made the best things better I used to put it all in a letter there were people who waited on pins and needles for every word that came out of my head at least that's what they said maybe they were just being nice what is lost in thinking twice there were people waiting up for me every night for a hug and anything I would give that was the way I used to live maybe they were just using me now all I have is memory I remember living it was beautiful |
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