Monday, Jun. 09, 2003 - 3:04 pm
Um... I'm sorry.
This relationship just isn't working for me.
I'm at www.dailypreciousness.org now. So change that bookmark.
A valiant attempt at caring – part two
I was doubled over in gut-wrenching pain. Every muscle in my stomach constricted with the finality of a hangman's knot.
A cool breeze came from the window. Plop, splash, trickle went my sick as it splashed down into the commode. I was throwing up everything in my stomach, which was flooding over like a gully in rainy season.
The vinegary acid from the bile filled my mouth. I could taste the little bits of rice, mostly digested, from the lunch that I had. I could feel every heartbeat as the blood pounded through my sore brain. For a second – for a split second – I was sorry that I'd had so much to drink. Then I came to my senses. It was worth every – Blech* - minute!
*My stomach contents kept coming, bellowing out like the drainpipe at a toxic waste factory. This stuff was nasty. You won't be seeing this on the "Finding Nemo" DVD.
The vomit was a byproduct of just a wee bit too much drink... but mostly it was the utterly repugnant message from the office. Here's an excerpt from the county-approved e-mail message:
"For those of you who didn't know Kathy Abbe had surgery today to remove hair from her arm and back. The hair is deep enough they were planning on performing a special test during the surgery to make sure it hadn't spread to the areas around it.
"I haven't heard back from her or her husband yet on how it all went, but as soon as I do I will pass the news along. Though Kathy will be back to work next week, I thought I would let you know what was happening with her in case you wanted to send prayers, get well wishes, Nair, and good thoughts her way. I'm sure she and her family would appreciate them."
Charming, no? Trust Kathy (with a "K") to gross me out with her surgery details. Note to self: e-mail Cathy when I get my moles removed.
Blech! This is more unsettling than sex with Bob Hope's corpse. Another valiant attempt at caring gone down the drain. (Um, let me see... Um, nope, I still don't care.)
