Three years ago today I started to feel sick.
My wife and I had taken the cats to the vet for a routine visit. We left the vet late in the day, but it was still light out. The sun was low in the sky, but the sky was still blue, the clouds lit from beneath in that nice burnished orange from the setting sun. It had been a warm, somewhat humid summer day, and the sky was full of clouds. I can see that image in my head.
As we left the vet and loaded up the car with cats, I was feeling sick. Nothing too bad, just a little weak and a little light-headed. I was hoping that I was just tired, but I knew that I was probably sick. So, since my head wasn’t very clear, I asked my wife to drive home and I got in on the passenger side. There was nothing remarkable about the day at that point. I don’t really remember anything else from that day, and I wouldn’t expect to. It was just a Tuesday night.
Nothing remarkable at the time but as I sit here typing this I am beginning to shake. I have been trying to get my head around what happened to me, and lately I have been doing better at examining things more closely, as a personal experience and not just an abstract memory. The better I get at that the harder it is to face.
It is hard to accept that I almost died. It is even harder to try to accept it. I need to face this and I do not want to. I should go on and work this out, but I can’t. I don’t want to deal with the consequences right this minute. I’m going to stop now.
2 comments:
I had not recalled this is the date. My own ill fate falls on that date in 2007 when I was told that my job had been eliminated.
Sheesh, not a very good date. I hadn't remembered that you got your news on this date as well.
I actually called in sick on tommorrow so that may be the date that anyone would remember.
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