Enter At Your Own Risk

I got the call for the new liver at 6:00 in the evening, just after I’d eaten. There *might* be a liver for me, how did I feel, had I been sick or running any temperature recently, was I interested? Uh, excuse me? Am I interested?????? The guy on the other end, whose name was…

The little hellion made it through the night just fine. In fact, the goddamnedkitten didn’t even vomit once. Not only that, but just before I went to bed I found her up on the kitchen counters again, scouting about where the cookies had been cooling, looking for another tidbit. Sympathy and guilt gave way to…

Memories from March 21, 1997 are simultaneously vivid and surrealistic. Time has perhaps fuzzed the edges a bit, but the impact of what I hesitate to call a near death experience has not lessened. It has colored nearly all my significant choices over the the last near-quarter century in both good and not so good…

Can’t shake this bronchitis. I spent most of the weekend gasping for breath. Walking up the two flights of stairs to my apartment winds me to the point where I have to sit down and rest for fifteen minutes after undertaking the effort. I’ve had to do the stairs quite a few times this weekend…

Survival. I guess that’s what it’s all about. I just have to figure out if I still have a pulse at this point. I got almost no sleep Sunday night. I kept waking up, worrying about how Monday was going to go. I had visions of National Geographic showing up unannounced on my doorstep Monday…

Last year, when The Sisters planted my garden for me while I was recuperating, they planted three plants that never bloomed. My younger sister couldn’t remember what these plants were, but I was told to leave them be, and that they’d bloom the second year. Well, all three plants are back, and two of them…