Les Semaines March 1, 2008: Old Story & A Question Set (Again)

This week my life has consisted of my slow recovery from the cold from hell, my busy day job, and processing, processing, processing Clarion West applications, so rather than bore you will all that, I will bore you with my responses to one of those inane internet question sets. Consider yourself warned.

Before I start, for your entertainment, here's something I missed telling anyone online about during a journal hiatus (from February 25, 2008):

This morning when Jim got up for his flight to go visit the Andersonville Civil War Prison site in Georgia (a research trip for the book he's working on)--it was only about a half hour earlier than he normally would--he had to chase Sophia down to pill her. He pilled her, let her go, and fell when he was getting up. For me there was just a bunch of noise like he'd dropped something and gotten pissed off and dropped more, but when I shouted to ask him about it and he didn't answer I came in to see what was going on.

He got up, staggered, and fell again. He wanted to get up again almost right away, but I wouldn't let him for a bit. He insisted, so I tried to help him but he was too heavy for me, and he fell again.

I freaked out (so did the cats!), and was about to call 911 but he insisted he was fine (I checked for stroke symptoms!) and he seemed to be okay and insisted on going, so nervously I drove him to the airport as planned. He's already called to tell me he's fine, but...

Thank god he'll be with Mark from Atlanta on. He's going to call me from the Atlanta airport and I've already alerted Mark.

I'm trying not to worry. I know people get low blood pressure stuff and fall (a coworker's husband does that a lot actually) and Jim's been having these cold symptoms and has been totally STRESSING about this trip, but LORDY. Deep breaths. I'm trusting him that he's okay--I think he'd tell me if he were still feeling weird--but he scared the crap out of me.

That was an entertaining episode. We still don't know why it happened, but it hasn't recurred. Trust me, I'm watching for it.

( On to the questions! )

For my listening, reading, writing news and journal/first poem draft notes from 1995-96, see Les Semaines.