You can accuse me of being slow but it took until the third day post surgery for everything to sink in. From a bird’s eye perspective it makes sense to me that it took forced rest for me to slow down long enough to realize how big a bite of life I had taken on.… Continue reading Too Much Time To Sit, Too Little To Do It All

I am still thinking about the moment they placed the mask on my face and how fast things went to black. Still thinking about whether I had a dream or dreams while I was under or if everything faded to black and all that was left was silence. It pleases me to think I spoke… Continue reading The Dream You’re Living

I can’t tell you if it is fate or coincidence that iTunes is playing Superman by REM while I sit here recording more thoughts about my surgery nor can I say if it really matters. Hell the reality is it was minor surgery and assuming my surgeon shared accurate numbers with me the chances of… Continue reading Don’t Kill Me