five thousand shades of blue
Tuesday, September 18, 2001
As yesterday morning wore on, my lower back hurt more and more, and my head was pounding/eyes felt a little unfocused, so I decided to go down to , who redirected me to the emergency room 1.) because the ER could see me immediately and 2.) the ER was equipped to handle a city bus insurance claim. After more waiting than examining, I was deemed to be concussion-free and no broken tailbone, just lots of bruising. I was let go with a prescription for Vicodan -- and it wasn't until I got to the pharmacy that I realized it had not been signed by the doctor and was therefore unfillable *sigh*.
Luckily, we had some Vicodan from Andra's bout with stomach pain, and I took a half of one before heading off to Fool's Paradise (I was
not the one driving) for tea with friends. There is a relaxing, peaceful atmosphere there, couches to lounge on and gentle jazz music lazily breezing through the air. My pot of rose congou tea was incredibly good, and I had a sugar cookie freshly frosted and topped with fragrant lavender. It was just what I'd needed.
I leafed through a section of yesterday's
New York Times, and I cried when I saw the full page ad placed by government of Canada, offering condolences for the devasating events of a week ago.
"Canadians share the loss of loved ones and friends. On Friday our nation mourned with you for the victims of the terrorist attacks. We share your outrage, grief, compassion and resolve. The people of Canada are with you every step of the way. As friends. As neighbors. As family." It's like having your very best friend, your sister, living right next door.
is
this just not enough…?
