I am white and I do not understand black rage. None of my ancestors, as far as I know, were lynched, beaten, bought and sold, refused service because of the color of their skin, degraded by a word created solely to debase and humiliate them, spat upon for being black, arrested while driving black, called [...]
February 14, 2008 – 4:29 pm
That I am bored with hospital discussion is probably obvious, and at this point a bit disconcerting because I really want to forget the experience. Or, at least relagate it to a small room in my mind where it can be visited briefly when need be. Like grief, I never want to forget it completely, [...]
February 7, 2008 – 6:28 pm
Having been a vegetarian for three or four years, I was quite reluctant to eat meat when my doctors suggested I do so. They said I needed protein and that meat was the easiest source. I didn’t want to eat meat or fowl or fish, even. Dairy was abhorrent including eggs. Although I could not [...]
February 5, 2008 – 3:10 pm
I took some time off from writing last week, mainly because I had so many things to do, like make Brunswick Stew for a dinner party Friday night. Terry’s son, Brian, and his family came over for dinner, and I volunteered to make supper. Big mistake for I got so tired I was a wreck [...]
January 31, 2008 – 4:30 pm
It is 6 a.m. Light from above abducts me from the best dream I’ve had since coming to hospital: I dreamt I was going home. A nurse says good morning to me in a voice dripping with insincerity and routine, and I want to reach through the haze of the rude awakening I feel around [...]
January 30, 2008 – 4:33 pm
Okay, I’m in hospital, it’s around 9 p.m., and I’m trying to go to sleep, which I do and am loving it when the light goes on and a CNA growls, “Vitals.” What that means is she will check my blood pressure, my temperature and my oxygen level. Innocuous stuff, but just enough to fully [...]
January 29, 2008 – 4:51 pm
Boy, I was sick. I mean ill, laid up, under-the-weather, puking, flat-on-my-back sick. Now, I am sure not too many people want to hear or read about another’s illness, and I don’t expect anyone to read much passed the first sentence. However, I do this for me. I can sort out feelings I had, or [...]