Monday, March 17th, 2008

This Rainy Day and Monday Gets Me Down

The rain might not be diluvial, but I feel like the homesick Earth boy in Bradbury’s “All Summer in a Day,” wherein, on Venus, it rains all the time.
 
Been up before five, and have only completed two things on my to-do list. My day off is being wasted by fatigue and melancholy, split by rest and crying jags.
 
Even though the phone has been reconnected, I am too diffused to make any calls--even to my dad to ask to borrow money, or to at least cry on his long-distance shoulder.
 
Back to the sofa.
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Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008

I Didn't Beat the Odds (continued)

With the exception of a wrenched back and sprained left wrist, I was unhurt. However, I was stuck on the bridge, in car that wouldn’t start and lacked electrical power. I had to force open the driver’s side door to clear away the air-bag gas. My bladder worked, though.

 

Still in extreme pain when I transferred to the patrol car, I agreed with the trooper that an ambulance should meet us at the turnpike exit.

 
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