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Monday, October 22, 2007

The Right Thing

It takes awhile to calm down enough to drive, but after about fifteen minutes my hands stop shaking enough to start the car. I pull back into traffic, this time staying in the slow lane and keeping to the speed limit. I toy with the idea of skipping the gathering at Marsha’s parents house; I really... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, October 21, 2007

The Right Thing

"Who did it?" I whisper. I look at her lying in her coffin; I am desperate for an answer. The Rosary is over; the burial will be tomorrow. I get up and walk away with the others, tears coursing down my cheeks. My best friend is dead. Murdered. We gather on the church steps. The weather fits the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, October 20, 2007

God has a sense of humor...

(I wrote this because someone asked me "to please" write something with a little humor! So for her, here it is. It's actually a true story. I'm a hospice RN and this happened with one of my patients. Yes, there is humor in hospice!) God has a sense of humor, and I can prove it... My patient, I'll... Sign in to see full entry.

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"The Noise"

“The noise” stayed with me, warm and comforting most of the time, then it would crank the volume, poke, prod, push…then I’d go out and boogie. Sometimes I switched and boogied to country, sometimes alternative, but mostly I loved rock. You can really boogie to rock! “The noise” led me all over the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, October 19, 2007

"The Noise"

I drove into the heart of downtown that first night. What better place to boogie, eh? I thought so too. "The noise" and I sat on a bench at the edge of the park. Humanity surrounded me. Through my eyes, my ears, "the noise," watched...listened. A jazz band was playing in the park; people were... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 18, 2007

"The Noise"

Shhh! Do you hear it? No? I do. Consider yourself one of the lucky ones if all you heard was silence after "Shhh!" It is a fearsome noise. I first heard it two years ago today. I remember it vividly. "...It was a glorious day..." Crap. It was raining and when I say raining, I mean the kind where you... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, October 17, 2007

A Vicious Circle

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God." She repeats this like a mantra while scrabbling at the sidewalk, trying to find leverage to get up. She still can't see it except for a vague outline, despite being only ten feet away. It towers over the gate and is slamming it with it's...fists? She finds her... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, October 16, 2007

A Vicious Circle

She rolls to her back taking gulps of air. The stars in the sky are so bright they hurt her eyes; she squints, looking away, and looking around her. She can see old gravestones...a graveyard? She tries but can't remember anything before waking up. She can't imagine what circumstances would put her... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 15, 2007

A Vicious Circle

She opens her eyes. Black. Freezing cold. She is lying face up on the ground. The floor feels like gritty brick. She turns her head; this brings no new knowledge...except for pain. She is stiff, can hardly move. She rolls to her side and using her hands for leverage, she pushes herself up. Dizziness... Sign in to see full entry.

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