Then this morning I walked into a glass wall at my osteopath's office. BOOM! I banged my nose, my upper front teeth, my forehead and my left knee. I yelled a Very Bad Word...or maybe two. I cried.
Nothing's broken--in me or the wall--but everything that was feeling OK is sore again, plus my knee. Fortunately I didn't hit my right arm or shoulder, which were already sore enough.
For some time, I've had the sneaking suspicion that I'm the butt of some huge cosmic joke. Now I'm sure of it.
The cosmic punchline, via David Bromberg:
You've got to suffer if you want to sing the blues.
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Oh Bella! Sorry to hear this. We have got to get you some sage and smudge your house! Didn't you eat black-eyed peas on NY Day?? :)
I think it would be more effective to smudge ME with the sage. Missed out on the peas. Will have to make up for it, obviously.
No freaking way! you have to be making this up!!!
You SO have the makings of a memoir if you do it in a funny way it could work. I mean, seriously, you could title it 'IF ITS NOT ONE THING IT'S ANOTHER" ;-)
Swell idea, only I'd have to relive it all over again in the writing. UGH. Think I'll write escapist fiction instead, in which bad things only happen to other people.
Sounds as if locomotion isn't good for you at all, Bella! You need to be able to beam yourself everywhere ... but then your atoms would probably crash into someone else's along the way.
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