So That Sore Throat From Hades

At the beginning of my book review on July 4, I mentioned I had the worst sore throat ever. Ha!

After much procrastination and a fever rising to 102° yesterday evening, I decided that maybe I’d go to one of those Urgent Care facilities, which then sent me to the Emergency Room.

My sore throat was indeed the sore throat from hell as it was strep “gone bad” as the doctor at the Urgent Care put it. Evidently if you’ve never had your tonsils out (like moi), you can develop a peritonsillar abscess, which needs to be drained, plus the added pleasure of intravenous steroids to reduce swelling and intravenous antibiotics.

Just to add further delight, because I was barely able to swallow even liquids yesterday, I was severely dehydrated, which made trying to find a vein to put the IV in like searching for a vein of water in the Sahara, and my swollen right hand shows it.

But, alas, it all ends on a good note. I am home, hugged Scout multiple times, and am slowly beginning to feel like ME again!

As a typical writer, I observed a lot of usable things in my 6 hours in the ER. My ENT at the hospital was a blessing, just a wonderful and funny human being, who might find her way into a story. After encountering so many humorless, impatient doctors, she was a gem.

Anyway, I just wanted to give you all an update that things might not be back to normal here at the microcosm until tomorrow, but definitely (why do I feel like I should add a “hopefully?”) Monday.

In the meantime, take care of yourselves, and don’t procrastinate on health issues as I evidently do.

Hugs, Sascha

 

 

 

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Time in the World

All the time in the world

There’s always tomorrow.

She was that woman, procrastinating on life, until life raised its middle finger and laughed.

When they’re dead, it’s too late to tell them you loved them, you never meant the words you said, beg for forgiveness. When they’re dead, all of the unsaid words, best intentions, half-hearted gestures, mean nothing.

And how do you forgive yourself when you believed you had all the time in the world?

end

Sascha Darlington

Catch Up Bottle (Procrastination Takes All Forms)

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My cool little logo that I’ll add to posts to show that I really am trying to ketchup catch up. Because, you know, I’d rather be fiddling with transforming pictures than catching up with my reviews and poetry. Continue reading

Release Time!

Welcome to my crazy world. Oh, forgive me. This is completely normal!

This is not venting because I’m not angry at the world or miffed or whatever it is that makes people want to vent. We’ll call it my release…because that’s the daily prompt and as good of a word as any. We’ll call it the releasing of a balloon into a brilliant blue sky. Continue reading

Later–#NaPoWriMo #AMWRITING

April 1st begins NaPoWriMo. If you want to participate, here’s the link.

Prompt: “Kay-Ryan-esque poem: short, tight lines, rhymes interwoven throughout, maybe an animal or two, and, if you can manage to stuff it in, a sharp little philosophical conclusion.”

 

Later

Later, I thought

then forgot

the thought

as ideas pried me

away to webland

where hours mislaid

drinks with friends

some words too

binged Netflix

ate books

photographed a flicker

forgot about later

some more

saw headlines

read a story

cell rang

words exchanged

someone tagged

me in a photo

forgotten past

jarring roused

denial doused

so many laters

lived yesterday

today

discomfort allayed

dial the number

later postponed

no longer

 

end 4/1/2017

S. Darlington