Here I am.
It's been a long time.
Partly it's been because I've been feeling too sorry for myself to indulge myself in writing.
Partly because I've wondered if anything I have to say is of any importance to anyone other than myself.
Well, here I am. I don't care if you care.
I care. I'll write about the things I care about. If their of no interest to you all you have to do is hit the back button.
My dear friend Kelly is in the hospital. No idea exactly what happened, only that her room mate found her unconcious in her bed with blood caked on her mouth and almost no pulse. EMT's called, carried her to hospital in Clayton the Lifeflighted to Gainesville. Organs shut down, almost no hope, but, good doctors and nurses plus a will to live brought her back from the edge.
Kelly was the first woman to receive 100% disability for PTSD from serving in Vietnam. No need to relate what happened to her, if she wants you to know she'll tell you. I'm glad I didn't have to deal with anything like that. An already fragile self esteem was permanetly damaged.
I'll see her tomorrow after my group session at the VA.
People can say they care all they want. If their actions don't reflect it they don't give a damn!
All your selfrightous posturing will be revealed by what you do.
Just another shoot on the Kudzu vine of life.
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Here I am.