Chemo is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, let me tell you. You have a complete thought, you think you do actually something, but your body does not seem to conceive that you really want take some action. Like get up and have a cup of coffee, or as Lenny would say head off to, “the tinkle, dinkle, ha-ha room.”
Nope, it’s not that easy today, it requires deep thought, the marshalling of what seems to be a great deal of energy, followed by a lurching push in the general direction I had hoped to go in.
Wow, this is work.
Despite my willingness to walk beyond all forms upon my return from Austin, I did not walk beyond any forms at all. No, I fell, Newton in all his glory beckoned me forward, and lo and behold the planet rose to meet my face and bald pate. I guess the message was, like ask for help bozo.
Well I’m still staring towards the void, willing to move on, but for now I’m gonna’ talk a nap.
About Me
- Chemo Kev
- I was born on 10/17/50 in St. Catherine’s Hospital on Bushwick Avenue and raised (sorta’ in Brooklyn kinda’ way) in the Bushwick section of Brooklyn, NY, the unacknowledged hub of the known universe, where all things worthwhile emanate from. I suffered through 11.5 years of Catholic education which left its mark on both perpetrator and victim (they were interchangeable by the way), and a none too positiven effect I believe on either of the parties involved. Launching myself with a resounding thud into the middle of Cleremont Avenue I resolved to show them and spent the next 9.5 years eking out an existence in a manner that can only be presented in detail and in public with any sense of justice by doing so posthumously. In 1976 in an attempt to side step some fiscal issues that usually crop up in fiction or if in real life are never spoken of, I moved to a little known suburb off the hub of the galaxy I had inhabited so long and moved to a little burg know as Dallas, TX. My planned one year stay in hiding has lasted from that day till this one. The journey continues and I’m glad to have met your acquaintance, either in person by virtue of the World Wide Dweeb.
Yeah, like I was there and beside scaring the bejeezus out of I a ted to thump him on his bald pate. Thank God I love him too much to thrash him. On into the void........
ReplyDeleteWell, I love the dude also, but I will thrash him for falling when help is a yell away. Take it from someone that has Newtoned about 8 times, they do take their toll. These twilight zone journeys are something
ReplyDeleteNot having "control" over our physical bodies...frustrating, and a teacher of surrender.
ReplyDeleteLove you bunches! I be up to see you soon! Giving you fair warning so have Elaine bring up your racket ball gear! Hee Hee
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