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July 17, 2004: Meanwhile More of the Same

It feels as if I’m slowly, meticulously, preparing a brick inside my stomach. It’s just as heavy and just as pointy. I am ruined.

I called a Health phone line. It’s something altogether distressing to be describing bowel movements to kind strangers. The nurse suggested I get myself to Emergency. I didn’t. I haven’t got the energy or the nerve or the patience to go out in public.

Meanwhile to bed to dream of sweet liberating death.
 
     
 

I’m relieved! Hopefully, you will be, too! :-)

Posted by: Bob at July 17, 2004 11:45 AM

Bob, you made me laugh for the first time in days. Thank you for that. While Canada, reportedly, might have superior health care, not nearly so much as we used to. And Emergency has always been a nightmare for me. I slept very nearly all of yesterday and I woke up, while not so nearly refreshed or revived, considerably less close to death’s door. The reports of my imminent death over-exaggerated, this, much like my intestinal brick, will pass.

Posted by: ss at July 17, 2004 7:47 AM

Get your ‘ass’ to the ER, Silas! — What would I do without my alter-ego? I’m writing this from my own bathroom — a bad habit, I suppose — doing my business in the morning while checking email and looking at newly posted images… Maybe there’s a joke in there somewhere — but your situation is NO joke! Get going!

Posted by: bob at July 17, 2004 7:35 AM