blogging or lack therof

By my lack of blogging it would appear that my life has been completely dull. Perhaps this is true or perhaps I can’t write about my life due to the nature of the events. Maybe this will be changing within the next few weeks, but then maybe it won’t. Maybe I just read too much and don't have time to blog. But ultimately, "It's not my nature to be mysterious, but I just can't tell you."

Holeyness

Vacations can have all sorts of effects on people. Sometimes they are refreshing, sometimes they are energizing, sometimes they are tiring. My latest time away had an unusual result: I’m a bit more holey than I was last Friday.

Last Friday morning at 5:00am two of my close friends and I left Des Moines to spend a few days in Cincinnati. Each time we take this trip we also end up spending a few hours in Yellow Springs. When we went last year I was contemplating having my cartilage pierced again. Since I don’t have pain tolerance and I can never be sure how my body will react to pain I wimped out and didn’t get the piercing. After a year of thought I decided that this year I would risk experiencing a potential embarrassing and often painful reaction and get it done.

While I was sitting in the piercing chair waiting to have holes poked in my ear I couldn’t keep my mind from flashing back to former encounters with pain and sickness. A year ago March I stayed at a friends house for the night to relax. I had been hoping that the night away from my usual routine would help me recover from whatever it was that had been making me feel drained for over a month. About half way through a movie I decided to get up and brush my teeth. As soon as I stood up I knew that I should sit down because I was dizzy. So what did I do? I continued my jaunt to the bathroom all the while thinking that willpower would keep me conscious. After a few moments I thought, “Hey, this isn’t working and I still I feel like I’m going to pass out, what should I do? Lets carry on a conversation about old people and STDs!” - don’t ask. Dumb idea. After I made it to the bathroom I passed out, hitting my head a couple times on the way down for good measure. The story doesn’t end there, but we can pretend that it does.

Last September I went to my parents house to borrow a hose so I could spray my yard with weed killer. As I was tromping down the stairs to ask my dad where the hose was my feet flew out from under me and I landed on my rear on the stairs. It hurt. I seriously don’t recommend falling on the stairs. It’s not graceful and you may end up with bruises in places you don’t want people looking. In attempting to keep my parents from worrying I got up right away and finished my abruptly shortened and slowed walk to the basement. While trying to prove to my dad that I was fine and completely uninjured and relatively pain free I decided to sit down and chat for a bit. Minutes later I woke up to the sound of my mom yelling into the phone for an ambulance, my dad hanging on to me, and sweat running down my face. Seizures are almost as fun as fainting.

Thankfully the piercing went well and while it did hurt a bit I was able to cope without being humbled by my body’s tendency to freak out at pain.