The need to get where your going.

I wanted so bad to just roll up in a tight ball and sleep. Except for an insistent "flat" voice, off at a distance, all was peaceful and quite. The voice had the sound of a far away helicopter that was more distinct the closer it got. The flat female voice asked over and over if I could hear her and if I knew what year it was? Sort of a ridiculous choice of words? If I couldn't hear her how could I answer her question. I acknowledged that the year was 2007. When asked the day of the week I replied Tuesday, July 17. Well not quite. How about Friday, July 20? Hence begins a new phase of my struggle with the illness that seems intent on putting me down.

I had spent the better part of three days in a "coma". Aw the much heralded "Twilight Zone". A strange experience. A place where reality and fantasy pop in like the changing of channels on your television.

I don't really want to go into a long discussion of what or who I saw during my little foray across the line. I guess I'll get where I'm going soon enough. 
Posted by OLD DUGGY at Tuesday, July 24, 2007 7:32:00 PM
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