I'm a little psychotic, but then isn't everyone? I'm extremely laid back - maybe too much so. I am an animal lover, a Stephen King fanatic, and will listen to almost any of the music out there. I enjoy spending time outdoors, though I tend to hibernate in the winter. I drink too much coffee, I drink too much wine, and I miss my cigarettes with every healthy beat of my heart.
When things are bad, we take comfort in the thought that they could always get worse. And when they are, we find hope in the thought that things are so bad they have to get better. -
This is going to be a rather odd response, but it fits with your theme of getting bad/getting worse. I just read this entry today and saw that you posted it Friday. Let me tell you what happened to me between those days. I left work Friday night after wishing a co-worker well with his "flu-like" symptoms. I was feeling lousy too, and since a virus had been going around the office we each figured we would be the next ones to be hit. We had spent much of that night just trying to get through work and not be miserable. When I left he said "Rest well" and I wished the same for him. Tonight, when I arrived at work, I received the stunning news that he was dead. Those "flu-like" symptoms of his were actually the early stages of cardiac arrest. He had suffered a massive heart attack early the next day. He was 31.
So after reading your quote there, I felt compelled to share. I actually am taking some comfort in the fact that my own illness is temporary. Things are bad, but they can only get better.
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This is going to be a rather odd response, but it fits with your theme of getting bad/getting worse.
I just read this entry today and saw that you posted it Friday. Let me tell you what happened to me between those days. I left work Friday night after wishing a co-worker well with his "flu-like" symptoms. I was feeling lousy too, and since a virus had been going around the office we each figured we would be the next ones to be hit. We had spent much of that night just trying to get through work and not be miserable. When I left he said "Rest well" and I wished the same for him. Tonight, when I arrived at work, I received the stunning news that he was dead. Those "flu-like" symptoms of his were actually the early stages of cardiac arrest. He had suffered a massive heart attack early the next day. He was 31.
So after reading your quote there, I felt compelled to share. I actually am taking some comfort in the fact that my own illness is temporary. Things are bad, but they can only get better.
We all wish we could say the same for Ron.
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