Gorillaz / Chemicals

Tuesday, Aug. 08, 2006 - 1:45 a.m.

I was watching a little bit of an episode of 'Cribs' on Monday afternoon, and one of the cribs featured was Kong Studios, where the band Gorillaz has been staying while they work on an album.

Beautifully done, and I really enjoyed the characterizations. :-)

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Tonight, a reminder, Dog and Beth's wedding on A&E.

Yes, readers, I admit to being dippy enough to enjoy such things as reality TV.

And I'm a sucker for weddings, too.

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I've been thinking too much lately about mortality -- of myself, and my loved ones.

I have had my parents die. I have had my grandparents die. I have had my favorite great uncle die.

All of those people had one thing in common. With the exception of my maternal grandmother and her brother, they were terrified of doctors, due to numerous factors: Age, bad experiences, etc. So they didn't go and get their health problems seen to until it was too late. I lost my parents entirely too soon.

In fact, I almost died in 1983 because my parents were afraid to take me to the doctor to see why I was bleeding every time I went to the bathroom. Not just a little incidental daub here and there which everybody experiences -- we're talking tablespoons at a time here. Enough to give me heart palpitations. Even after Gran threatened to call the police and have me taken away from them unless I was seen to, they waited until I was able to crawl out of bed, dress myself, and stand up and walk out into the living room and ask to go. Then, when I was taken to the hospital, and diagnosed with a disease that was going to kill me without surgery, they still were reluctant to sign the papers to give me life saving surgery. I actually heard them ask the doctor how long I would live if they just unhooked me and took me home. The doctor glared at them and yelled "Three weeks, but if I were you, I wouldn't do that!"

The scariest thing I ever did in my life was to tell the doctor to keep me alive for another seven days, at which time I would turn eighteen, and I'd sign for the surgery myself.

Then my parents had a change of heart, because they were concerned that one of their kids was actually braver and more in touch with reality than they were.

Honestly? I wasn't sure what they would do. And I wasn't sure what lie ahead for myself as I had never had surgery before in my entire life, except for once when I was younger and I barely remembered that.

I just guessed they didn't want to risk the humiliation of the extra torture they would have put me through, and having all of the doctors hear about their cowardice.

I was right.

Sometimes you just have to take the swan dive off the cliff and hope you chose the safe section of the water.

Because most of the time, you get it right, and when you resurface, you're stronger as a result.

I wouldn't be here today if I hadn't had that surgery.

I would have been daisy food for twenty-three years.

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Anyway. Holy merde, I've missed two naps in two days, and I am not going to be able to sit up and listen to the Ian Maurice radio show in a few hours and see if his listener Barbara ever found where she put her dentures. The worst place I ever lost mine was my own cleavage, because it's bridgework, with those hooky things that go around the teeth, and it got hung in my bra.

That was quite a party.

I bet ol Barbara fell asleep, they slithered out, and they've been nesting in the back of her hair ever since.

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Have a good Tuesday. And mind your chemicals.

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