ABYSS
posted Wednesday, 6 April 2005
ABYSS
The electrician who is employed to disconnect my synapses has been at work again and the world has gone back to being a bit sludgy. I have what looks an awful lot like a perfect .22 bullet entry wound on my right arm, but I suspect it is the result of warfarin on the spot where Marcus Chemolius did his leach impersonation on me. This sort of blemish would be noteworthy on a human, but as the rest of me looks like a piece of tapestry carried out by a seriously pissed welder, it all but disappears into the background.
I recently received an email from a lady whose daughter is finding it difficult to deal with her recently diagnosed father’s illness. I realize that his “staring into the abyss” attitude is both understandable and sadly not uncommon and whilst I wouldn’t for a moment maintain that my approach is the only one which is correct, I still have a real problem getting my head around negativity. Apart from the fact that it makes life more difficult for everyone concerned, it is a widely accepted truth that it very seriously affects your life expectancy or even chances of recovery. Cancer isn’t always a death sentence but even on the occasions when it is; aren’t you are better off sat in the comedy club with friends and a beer, rather than on death row with a bunch of strange looking psychos? Even with my muddy head on, this doesn’t require much thought.
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