August 2009 - Posts

Car Crash

¦ dialling in from Sky Bunker ¦

23:36 GMT, Thursday 8th Jan 2009.  Life support is blowing warm air across bare legs and feet.  Steam is rising off my damp head in an otherwise very cold room: I've just climbed out of a very hot bath hoping to avert stiffness and pain.  My muscles are starting to ache as adrenaline wears off. 

I was driving home from a friends house tonight and somebody decides to pull out right in front of me.  I stamp on brakes.  Everything locks and I get dragged along inside a sliding hunk of metal into a perfect T-bone collision.

Everything stops.

My brain is going, "No way... this didn't just happen".

I glance to my right and I see the other car, not moving, the driver hunched forward head in hands.

Neither of us were hurt, thank God.  They hurried over and immediately admitted responsibility.  But Swampy's got a mangled front end - I can still drive her, but I'm really hoping it can be fixed... and not written off, because I love my little biscuit tin of a car - so we'll see what the garage says when I call tomorrow. Luckily they are insured.  

It could have been worse.

But after my 2nd hastily guzzled mug of tea after I got home, my lower back is starting to throb, my shoulders ache, and my wrists and forearms are hurting - probably where I clenched the steering wheel like it was a hot date.

Life's a bit of a story this week, eh!

Djr

Carcinogen - the final prognosis

¦ dialling in from workstation ¦

 

13:28 GMT, Thursday 8th Jan 2009.  Puffy eyes, red rimmed and glazed; sinus cavities blown dry… lips chapped and moisture starved. A combination of the cold weather and a lot of spent emotion.  I had the phone call yesterday afternoon.  Sitting at work - probably the worst place to get this kind of call.  My mum had the results from her scan.  Not good news. Not good at all.  If the doctors are right – and I’m praying they’re not, I’ve just spent my last Christmas with the family as it is. 2009 is going to be a year of dealing with change and the trauma of watching somebody I love, die.

 

Not much more to say really.

 

Djr