pay attention to chest pains. richard almost decided to ignore them. denial is a powerful thing. but he did go for tests and they did find a problem and he did get a stent. and now he is healthy and happy in that way of people who realize they could have died. me, on the other hand, well, I am exhausted from thinking about all the things that would be horrible if he died. from the mundane to the heavily spiritual.
thanks to songs, however, i can ride along a crest of sad songs, love songs, happy songs and recover my equilibrium.
on another note: the weirdest song ever about a stalkerish obsessive love affair is Connor Oberst singing "The Calendar Hung Itself." with lines like this:
"Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes?
Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you.
Oh, does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched
and does he cry through broken sentences like I love you far too much?"
and it's sung at a fevered pitch. creepy! and somehow deliciously wonderful.
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Thank you for posting. I love to read anything you've got, you know, although I feel great compassion for your recent adventure with Richard and his heart. But your description of what it has meant for you is perfect.
Those lyrics are very haunting. School is such a loaded venue, isn't it?
Apparently the blogging world is losing its allure. None of my friends (well, one of them) is blogging anymore. I wonder why... Is it Twitter?
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