Archive for April, 2007
The Book
April 19th, 2007
Sorry if you’ve seen this, but here’s a little video that’s worth following a link to:
Listening to my death rattle
April 1st, 2007
Thursday morning I was sort of in and out of sleep and there was this rattle. When I finally attempted to move, a delicate balance was disturbed. My bloody lungs tried to expell something - maybe Sigourney Weaver’s nightmare. It hurt badly, and I stayed home to huddle in my bed, praying that the rattle woud go away.Â
It did, with the help of the regimen of cold remedies Sherry put me on (mostly frequent horse tablets of Vitamin C - though echinacea and Black Berry Brandy were suggested by a student).
Did my life flash before my eyes? Did I enter the blue tunnel or hear the purple hum? Did I contemplate the hereafter? If I knew what was good for me, I would have done equal portions of all three, but I did none of that. After taking care of some business over the phone, I slept until noon, and that’s when I started feeling better. Out in the great world were I was supposed to be, things were going on as they should have (thanks Sherry, thanks Amy Jo, thanks to many others).
My own death is not something I contemplate too often, even when it stares me in the face, or rumbles in my ears.
If this non-obsession with death is abnormal or unhealthy, please let me know, along with the number of a good therapist. Until then, may your own rattles be brief, and remind you that whatever monumental tasks you have to do that day either aren’t so monumental, or will get done without you (thanks to great people).
