so this weekend I read Joe Young's magnificent Easter Rabbit (a review later), wrote a few creepy vsfs, then was seized by overly dramatic side effects of my cold that required a trip to Urgent Care and scared the living crap outta Dean (think allotriophagy if you're in a Cotton Mather frame of mind).
My symptoms were really easy to misinterpret, and my grasp on consciousness was not always steady, so there was a moment there of me thinking, as I dizzily tried to clean up, "Hmm. Might die. I liked the drafts I wrote this weekend. Dean could finish them easy."
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I'm glad you're doing better. In the same situation, I know my work would be on my mind too. Is that scary? Then again, if it's something we live for it seems fitting we'd think about it at the "end."
yeah, I was disappointed by my self-centeredness, but then relieved that i didn't go to that "all the things I never did" place.
les, i've been sick the past 10 days too. ugh. like really sick to the point i've been making odd declarations and taking inventory. finally over it now. so glad you are doing okay. your post made me laugh and yeah i don't see you as a "all the things i never did"/kate bush type. d
Oh this is so honest and so understandable. Recently I had the flu and I remember thinking to myself, I cannot die: I have a kid in school and two novels to finish.
It's funny, it was only yesterday that I was so tired that I became convinced that the sore on my thumb was actually the beginning of an embolism. I remember thinking that I would probably be dead in an hour, and then thinking "well it's a good thing I was going to sleep anyway."
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