I remind myself blog style of my own mortality. Thank goodness i was not alone last night.
I finshed off this silly "stream of semi consciousness' bush posting posting above, took an Advil for a rare, super-hurtful headache.
I fell asleep in my chair- suddenly compelled into an can't ignore fading-out to sleep.
I'm never like that, not really.. it's hard for me to find sleep when my health is good.
Two hours later... awaknen to a terrific belly ache. It' gets so strong as to have an overlay of nausea.
debate whether to let the pain ride, or make a run to the kitched cupboard for the Pepto Bismol behind the peanut butter.
I go to the kitchen very weak and low-blood pressure-y. Peel off my pants becuase I suddenly had to shed all clothing (does that make any sense at all??no, but there was this confused desparation in my lurching, yawing against walls on the way)
Reach into the upper cabinet.... Where is that Pepto?
BANG goes shut the cabinet door as I -blacked out and fell to the floor.
I couldn't move, but only lay there...groaning.
Thank goodness i have a mate up the stairs in his room, who was shot wide awake by that slam of the cupboard door.
He came down
put a pillow under my head and saw me through
Which I think, quite surely now, was a minor case of salmonella-like food poisoning from a Chicke Grill lunch yesterday.
GO TO A DOCTOR REID you all must be saying.
I will, but only if I feel bad today. I feel much closer to fine than anything like i did when i had that crushing belly ache.
Going to a gastroenterologist, like I once did ten years ago can be a bad idea. That time, it was for belly ache, too- the occasional pain fully resolved previous to the exam.
COST of my pocket: $2,110 ten years ago... Diagnois: a small, healed ulcer. CURE: take a Tagamet.
Sheeesh... but thank my luck that when i fainted i did not hit my head on the hard floor. And thank my partner for coming to my instant aid. If I really were a "single" guy i'd have suffered much moreunable to get up and voiding from both ends, stuck a pool of my own biles so to speak.
Let this post sink without reply or tsk tsks or sorry netsky. It's now that i relate for, but more as blog thing highly insprired by my last night's "sojourn at temporary Death" penned in inspriation by Mojo's sign-off. I never awoke at night so clearly ill.... it reminded me that my taking mornings for granted is of course- a cheapening self-deception. SOME day I shall not wake up. This applies to all of us.
Death in the night is a most common time of rendezvous, for that sudden and uninvited bed-mate.
So many I knew have been removed that way from between safe, clean sheets.. That was not for me last night of course... it was only his promise to come again some other time to find me more willing, more receptive.
said in figurative terms for poetic effect alone. But crap, i was a sick puppy for two hours. Thanks Pepto Bismol.. Thanks from my two ends and middle,all!
(got your attention with that "sore loser" look-alike subject header, didn't i? Said with a Cheshire Cat grin!
PRESIDENT BUSH today recited a carefully crafted speech proclaiming his humble and heartfelt thanks for the Nation's loud and clear acclamation.
The speech was beautifully written and faultlessly delivered to an a nation formerly bitterly divided.
This nation remains bitterly divided on almost all things-Bush. BUT NOT divided over his concilliatory remarks which gave NO concession and no remote hint of any "Sore Winner-ism" to his Countrymen.
All in all a good day for America (Bush being number one)
All in all, a good day for SE, too (two).
All in all a very good day for me (three).
that last line may appear cryptic, but it really is pretty plain: i made some valid points today. I made some misses, too. I made up with some missus', too. I also squeezed some lemonade from this tree's most juicy lemon-growers.
I mixed metaphors galore with literary gore. Best news of all? NO mention in my gore of Al Gore until now, in passing myself off to the hoped-for temporary sojourn with Morpheus, in his arms. Safe from harm.
Goofy word jazz from netsky. Not insane... well, just stream of consciousness silly, rhyming free form and willy-nilly.
A little Willie verse, then i close for keeps with my projection for the NEXT President of the USA.
On the track (railroad tracks, 1895 popular rhyme)
Didn't hear the Engine Squeal.
Now the Engine is coming back.
They're scraping Willie off the wheel (the engine wheels)
It is true that John Kerry is no "little Willie" in this aftermath of election 2004. But it is almost apparent that former president Clinton; "Slick Willie" I would agree to term him, was our little Willie for modern times. His (slick willie's) glib denials and moral deceptions so ruined the Democratic base's confidence in well-coifed slicksters, that Gore, and now Kerry are also victims of historical train wrecks. Their mutual demises at the hands of the electorate and the Electors is grim confirmation of the truism predicted by an olden day Heartless Rhyme. One train tragedy begets another, and another.
Now- WHO will be the nation's next president? I posit that Jeb Bush is the natural, if a Republican can win again. Which, at this early juncture, appears more likely than ever.
Of course, there is a little matter of validating the Dream of Democracy in Iraq. GWB has a rough road ahead! Not only is he now responsible for the long-term success of "Democracy" in OURwreck... but there is also this fatuous netsky prediction of some new and horrible co-ordinated (hyphened as in old form for effect) Some new and terrible co-ordinate terror attack seems to netsky, most likely to come any time between today and Jan. 20th... this i say because the sub humanEs *sic: for figurative effect* are deeply into "significance" and "irony" and "wicked timing" there dastardly, cowardly(?) attacks.
Sick, evil, our common enemy: not me, but the legions of individual, well-coordinated Tiny Terrorists. Let us not allow them to harm us further if we can avoid that. Thing is, every one of us must agree that no matter how well we hang together in national unitiy in ths "war on terror", the main result is more illusory than actual added Heimland Security.
Heimland is the German original popular term for this name our brightest (?) thinkers chose for our new, national anti-terrorism defense agency.
What a ramble from a somnambulent netsum! But i hope you got some smiles at me and laughs ON my accountings here.