Thursday, May 21, 2009


In preparation for my move from Oregon to Maryland I find my time and attention will be taken away from writing for an indefinite amount of time. And after that I don't know how long it will take for me to get back online once I move.
Things have changed, and I've discovered it's time for me to finally relocate like I've been considering for some time now; I still have packing to do and address changes to make, etc. so The Writer in Me won't be receiving any updates.

Monday, May 4, 2009


How fragile humans are.

I woke up Wednesday morning with a vague pain that steadily increased throughout the day until I could barely breathe through my chest by 3am.
On Friday I went back to the hospital for a second time, to find out that at some point in my sleep Tuesday night I must have twisted wrong in order to have strained my chest wall, explaining the debilitating pain and inability to inhale...It's Monday and I'm still having dim pain.

It made me think about all the things you can do as a human to injure or kill yourself without ever meaning to. How fragile a species to be capable of giving itself great pain by moving the wrong way unconsciously; you can sprain your wrist by sleeping the wrong way, if you sneeze, hiccup, and burp at the same time there's word you can make your heart explode, if for any reason at all your heart loses its pace you can hemorrhage.
A little bit of air injected into the veins can kill you, being cut with a rusted instrument can also kill you, and so many other accidents can befall a human being and take them out.

It's just a little worrisome to think about; that I could walk out the door right now, trip over the curb, and if I hit right there just might be a chance of killing me, if not doing severe damage.

How sobering.

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