Friday, July 27, 2012

"...baby, you got me going again...you make me sick..."

I don't like being sick. In fact, most people don't except for those select few who absolutely love being sick. The ones who have no other way to garner attention than to mention their ailment at any and all opportunities. "How are you today?", I ask and inevitably the illness lover is going to say, "Ohhh, I'm fine...except for this horrible rash that I keep getting on my inner thigh!" Ok, thanks for letting me know but let's keep this friendship within the boundaries.

While I don't like sickness, I do enjoy being stubborn. I like to deny my illness and just keep chugging forward until the infectious beast within me decides that it has had enough of my foolishness.

This week, I could no longer tame that beast. I had been hacking up a lung for weeks and I continued to blame it on my asthma. With each puff of my inhaler, I waited for a reprieve but it never came. Then, as if I had been magically transported to the top of Mount Kilimanjaro, the pressure within my head became so overwhelming that I could barely function and my fever made me feel hotter than an anaconda-infused strip show in the middle of the Amazon.

The time had come to give in.

Since it was the middle of the night and I couldn't go to a Doctor until morning, I decided to lay down in the middle of the shower and hope that the cool water would make me feel better. As I laid there, I slipped off into a dream-like state in which I envisioned myself basking in the pools of a hidden waterfall. I could hear the birds chirping around me as the verdant jungle grew untouched and somewhere above me, a plane was flying by carrying an assortment of all my favorite snack cakes, just waiting to drop them to me. You can imagine my disappointment, when I finally woke up and realized that I had actually been drooling on my arm and quietly crying for my Mama.

After surviving the night, I went to the Doctor's, was given some medication and told to rest for a couple of days. So, that's where you find me. I'm stuck in the house wearing more or less the same clothing for the past two days and an empty Kit Kat wrapper is staring at me from the distance as I wish that it could miraculous re-fill itself.

Do I feel better? Much.

Am I still looking to the skies for that plane carrying sugary goodness? Most definitely.


Monday, July 23, 2012

"...But I still wake up, I still see your ghost, Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh..."

I've let this blog go a little dormant as of late but for good reason. My priorities have been on my writing but in a way that I am not yet ready to share but I will soon enough.

This journey of detailing my ups and downs along the way started in November, 2008. A good friend of mine suggested that I track my Aussie journey that way I will always have a way to keep the memories with me. It became my greatest ally through the trials and tribulations that come with being so far away from everything that is seemingly normal.

As I scroll through the pages and read some of the ridiculousness that has occurred along the way, it almost seems as if I am a passive observer to my life. I think we all feel that way sometimes. Life just seems to carry us by the coattails and we want to grab hold and take control but somehow, we aimlessly ride the wave waiting for something to happen. I've reached that point again. I am ready for something to happen which is why I have been writing.

I am not claiming to be a good writer. I make spelling errors, I have poor grammar and I have been known to go off on a tangent without punctuation but that's besides the point. I have a passion for the written word. I want to share my experiences, my stories, my perspectives and absolutely nothing may ever come from it but I am damn sure going to try.

The way that I have been writing is from a comical point of view. Every event can generally be told from a place of hurt or from a place of humor and I've decided to take the funny route. I debated back and forth how I would approach it and I simply decided that humor was the better place to start for me. I could write seriously all day and it'd just perpetuate the boringness of it all, so why not have a laugh or, at least, an awkward chuckle.

I realize that the irony of this post is that there is nothing humorous about it beside the fact that I am trying to write a book. Oh well - maybe the joke will be on me after all!

In the mean time, please "like" me on facebook or follow me on twitter and let's get this ball rolling.


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