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Thursday December 19, 2019 subscribe |
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| the day started so well, morning to myself at the same shore where i spent 89 of 92 days back in 2012. the sun traipsed at the edge of a cloud bank and i wrote poem after poem waiting to warm up enough to swim—either that or have to piss. paradoxically, perhaps, when it started to drizzle is when i finally dove in. what a shock—the water drove into my brain like an awl! something wrong and i surmised what it was—a burst eardum. the internet confirmed my supposition; no need to worry. i took another dip, bought groceries, then set up an appointment at Minit Medical. nothing like a little whimsical misspelling to inspire confidence in matters of life and death; also, not to be confused with Minit Stop, purveyors of fried chicken, Rain-X, and trucker pills. after a pretty quick intake process, i sat waiting for more than an hour in the examination room. left to my own device, i watched how-to videos and involuntarily eavesdropped on someone describing their symptoms: fatigued by his flight from the mainland, the patient next door woke up not knowing who he was. some of his memory had come back since but he still wasn't sure. if that ever happens to me, please put these in my hands to recall... |
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