tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post8667630294305476205..comments2024-02-11T03:39:05.836-05:00Comments on still life with circles: sickstill life angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15150141781089602529noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-67590732918299215572012-03-03T07:45:53.230-05:002012-03-03T07:45:53.230-05:00As we are in the midst if this awful stomach virus...As we are in the midst if this awful stomach virus over here, I remembered this post. Dude, you nailed it. And kast night as I was willing myself to hurl, I was reminded if all thise nights of drinking, knowing it would be better to just barf and get it over with. It is the worst. Thanks fof this.<br />XoMary Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12212750107782259674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-83128625175059866912012-02-29T07:50:06.907-05:002012-02-29T07:50:06.907-05:00Oh, sweetie, I hope this week is getting better an...Oh, sweetie, I hope this week is getting better and everyone is well. It's true about illness (and grief) demanding your focus, islanding you. <br /><br />I have to say that vomit on my neck would unhinge me. I would have said, "I know you're sick, but I really need to take a shower. Wait here."Lollipop Goldsteinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01020874415819057995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-9401013205635244182012-02-27T02:58:00.427-05:002012-02-27T02:58:00.427-05:00I have a neck thing, too. I can't stand the f...I have a neck thing, too. I can't stand the feeling of anything pressing against my neck. Even a turtleneck. It makes me feel like I'm being strangled. <br /><br />These days, I always feel like that even though there's nothing there...something on my throat, pressing, choking.<br /><br />"When you are grieving, it is all you can pay attention to." Yes. I shut my hand in the back door a few days ago because I wasn't paying attention. It hurt and I cried and cried, but I was really crying for my baby. I can barely keep my mind on anything but Molly for more than a minute at a time.<br /><br />I'm sorry you've been sick. Vomiting makes me think of The Exorcist. I hate that movie.MissingMollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06392712704302023431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-79600287737180835152012-02-26T15:51:05.355-05:002012-02-26T15:51:05.355-05:00Ugh, I hate vomiting. I had bad morning sickness w...Ugh, I hate vomiting. I had bad morning sickness with Lyra, and worse with Simon. And then in the last few months sometime I got a bacterial infection, and was by the toilet all morning and in the hospital all afternoon. That's my vomiting history for the last 5 years. As if you needed that.<br /><br />Hope you bounce back quckly...I think it takes a few days before your body's muscles feel they can fully release the memory of all the horrid retching. And of course eating...<br /><br />Sending love and strength.Rachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09811996974976569965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-13620578090880416382012-02-26T09:20:45.666-05:002012-02-26T09:20:45.666-05:00I hate that you are sick.
What you wrote about be...I hate that you are sick.<br /><br />What you wrote about being sick or suffering being all you can pay attention to is actually one of the good things that comes of being sick or suffering. Because after the vomiting, after the aches and shaking, after saying goodbye, after grieving so hard you feel like you are breaking into a million tiny pieces... the world comes back into focus. <br /><br />I was throwing-up-sick 2 weeks ago. I had not thrown up since before Calvin, so it was sometime in 2009. I had forgotten how terrible it feels to lay on the bathroom floor and pray for it to end. How the cold tiles feel terrible and wonderful all at once, and how the pubic hairs around the toilet seem to commiserate with the misery of being there, on the bathroom floor.<br /><br />And then it ended, and the world was washed over with beauty. Everything I saw, everyone I came in contact with, every song, every moment when I wasn't throwing up--it was like a miracle. But the only thing that was different from the days before I got sick was me. It's the gift of the virus.Janelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915523671055705679noreply@blogger.com