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what's been happening since my last post…

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I don’t have my T-Mobile G1 anymore,
thanks to a thief who grabbed it right out of my hands
while I was waiting for a bus Sat. Feb 28th @10PM.

What’s worse is that I strained my right hamstring (and vastus lateralis?)
while trying to chase said thief and recover the G1,
screaming for someone to stop him
(which no one did, of course – this is Philly, the IJDGAF capital of the world)

Why? Because when I bought it, I forgot to insure it.

I also learned that well-meaning people tend to ask you
really stupid questions when you’re out of breath,
grimacing in pain and grabbing your leg.

Or worse yet, begin to tell me what I should have done.

Someone finally got a police officer, who took my report
and got me an ambulance to Frankford Hospital’s ER.

Got evaluated, got Rx for pain pills and a set of crutches
and used them to make my way back to the Terminal.

Got there @ midnight, still haven’t called home
or to T-mobile to report the phone stolen.

After being snaked out of 2 cabs by more able-bodied folk,
I finally got on the 20 bus home, which got me there about 2 AM.

I came in, told Mom about it all, which leads to more well-meaning
yet obvious questions / redundant advice, which I didn’t take well.

Missed services @ Bethel the next day
(also reported the phone stolen and activated a replacement SIM)
Missed work the next week.

Which brings me to today – one more day until I return to work.

I’ll be looking forward to it – I don’t do prolonged infirmity well.

at all.

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March 9th, 2009 at 2:29 am

stubbornness kills – thoughts on my neighbor's death

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I learned something today –
stubbornness kills.

One of my neighbors died today.

She was totally dehydrated, wouldn’t eat or drink.

When the ambulance came for her the day before,
because she had passed out,
she still didn’t want to go to the hospital.

And now she’s dead.

It’s 1 AM, and it’s just me, thinking.
Remembering.

If I ever needed to know anything about the
comings and goings on my block,
she would be the one to ask.

Not that I ever asked.

Stubbornness kills.

How much of being the standup guy
who plays hurt and keeps on going
is just stubbornness as virtue?

Like I said before, it’s 1 AM and it’s just me here.

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July 18th, 2008 at 12:40 am