This morning I had an endoscopy, which wasn't as scary as I thought it would be. The drugs I got caused amnesia so I barely even remember it. I still feel wierd and spacy though... I hate drugs. I asked if I could have prints of the pictures they took of my insides, and the male nurse went to try and get some for me but they had already taken the tape away. Oh well.Turns out I have GERD and a hiatal hernia, and I have a bunch of ulcers that are healed over in my esophagus. Apparently this stuff is treated easily, but it'll always be there. Let me give you all some advice: Do not take ibuprofen on a regular basis! It WILL fuck your shit up! I will never be able to eat a chocolate covered strawberry again and it's all because of goddamn advil.....and stress.
Oh yeah I had an embarrassing moment too. After the procedure my mom came in and while they pushed me on the gurney to the recovery room, I was bombarded with spirits everywhere. When I'm drugged up and relaxed, I don't even have to TRY to see them. I guess cuz I'm just so "open". Anyway, I didn't recognize any of the spirits, but I did notice that my mom was towing who I thought was her cousin, but turned out to be her friend from childhood. I tried so hard not to "out" myself and start talking crazy shit about ghosts and crap, but the drugs were like truth syrum and before I knew it, I was babbling mostly incoherently about a red bicycle, a broken arm, and cabbage soup. I'm sure the nurses thought I was just really high.....
Well now that I've bored you with my medical issues, I think I'll be off......
Oh yeah I had an embarrassing moment too. After the procedure my mom came in and while they pushed me on the gurney to the recovery room, I was bombarded with spirits everywhere. When I'm drugged up and relaxed, I don't even have to TRY to see them. I guess cuz I'm just so "open". Anyway, I didn't recognize any of the spirits, but I did notice that my mom was towing who I thought was her cousin, but turned out to be her friend from childhood. I tried so hard not to "out" myself and start talking crazy shit about ghosts and crap, but the drugs were like truth syrum and before I knew it, I was babbling mostly incoherently about a red bicycle, a broken arm, and cabbage soup. I'm sure the nurses thought I was just really high.....
Well now that I've bored you with my medical issues, I think I'll be off......
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Gerald Stern
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Of all sixty of us I am the only one who went
to the four corners though I don't say it
out of pride but more like a type of regret,
and I did it because there was no one I truly believed
in though once when I climbed the hill in Skye
and arrived at the rough tables I saw the only other
elder who was a vegetarian--in Scotland--
and visited Orwell and rode a small motorcycle
to get from place to place; and I immediately
stopped eating fish and meat and lived on soups;
and we wrote each other in the middle and late fifties
though one day I got a letter from his daughter
that he had died in an accident; he was
I'm sure of it, an angel who flew in midair
with one eternal gospel to proclaim
to those inhabiting the earth and every nation;
and now that I go through my papers every day
I search and search for his letters but to my shame
I have even forgotten his name, that messenger
who came to me with tablespoons of blue lentils.
I'm off for my tests (just routine I believe - I hope!) ahead of my hernia op sometime soon - hoping they'll actually give me a date - an d I promise to bore you with them in retaliation - seriously your very brave. I think the only thing that'll hurt tomorrow is the car park charges
Oh and a Mexx holdall is just a sports bag but from the Mexx outlet shop. They're a chain of "designer" stores across Europe whose clothing style I like. I'm a real hypocrite in this respect as I used to poo-poo people who bought designer stuff (in the sense that they were buying it just for the name) and now here I am doing something similar. WTF!