all over the place. just like life. pretty much.

i nearly missed my bus stop

that’s what saved my life.

hmm. alternate.

knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door
becoming painfully routine
could use a little work. coudn’ most all of us ? but srsly tho… that glossed over and rapidly forgotten pneumonia episode in january? yeah, that one.
system breakdown. happens when you ignore that stuff for too long. so, i dunno xakly what was breakin’ down, and i’ve lost track of the discharge papers, but much of the first 2 days in the er room (band-aid shop, some might say) i was unsure whether i was alive or dead. it was a bizarre experience with truly grade a evil nurses and comic relief balding bespectacled impossibly pink-skinned med students from european countries where “th” and “w” sounds are unknown.
well, anyway, i quit smoking. been 6 months now, not a single urge. tho i kinda plan to smoke one after the spine surgery. one. yes, really. and i’ll enjoy it.
see how i’m avoidin’ sayin’ that it coulda killed me? it. it. not sure. smokin’? nah. pneumonia? umm. stubbornness? ignoring/forgetting it for 6 weeks ‘cos i thought i had other important things i had to do? ah, well, been there some.
but that was then. one time thingi, one creepin’ up on death every couple years, there’s some precedent for that. twice in six months? triflingly excessive.
um, i’m still kinda tired, and i need to be up and out early in the mornin’.


August 4, 2008 - Posted by | artnlifenstuff


  1. Hey – I haven’t even looked at my blog list for a month and there you are yesterday, or the day before, whatever.

    My son Hugh has come to live with me. His mother has had enough. He was getting away with blue murder; but I seem to have a bit more control of his 17 years and 6’4″ height.

    I’ve had to lay down some rules. No smoking inside the house. No mates sleeping over. “How about chicks?” came the quick reply!

    He has brought his dingo puppy along as well. They are great chewers of every kind of furniture, so the rule is that he is an outside dog. Dingos only arrived in Australia 10,000 years ago. The howl like wolves and, I believe, are related to wolves. I once treated a bloke who had a peaceful dingo for 10 years, before it turned and ripped the blokes right forearm apart.

    A couple of years ago a 9 year old boy was attacked and killed by dingos on Frazer Island, just off the coast from where I grew up in Maryborough. When I was a kid they would run away if you so much as looked at them; but a tourist boom developed and the tourists began to feed the dingos – who, naturally, became unafraid and began to attack the tourists!

    You get that..

    Comment by Tjilpi | August 5, 2008 | Reply

  2. hey there, kim!!! glad you’re still here!

    Comment by Shirl | August 12, 2008 | Reply

  3. Very sorry to hear of all that bad stuff with pneumonia etc. but how are you *RIGHT NOW?* Right now is the thing. Spine surgery coming up? Meaning something’s being done to relieve pain. Good thing, yes? Wishing you all kinds of good and helpful and delightful things, right now.

    Comment by Natalie | August 20, 2008 | Reply

  4. Kimmi, where and how are you? I hope everything is OK and send you my warmest wishes for Christmas and 2009. May health and happiness fill your every day,

    Comment by Natalie | December 23, 2008 | Reply

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