Journal entry may 2007
..And suddenly – out of nowhere..BAM! I’m hit by a truck. Consciously unconscious – I lay on the floor – shut down, paralyzed- in the cleaning aisle of a discount store. Alone. I wake up to pain and confusion. No one has stopped to see if I’m OK– (It must have only been a few seconds)
That’s OK- in a way. I don’t want to be a spectacle. Then, I’m overwhelmed by the solitude of a seizure;
is it Death passing through me – on Its to someone else?
My brain stops. Can’t remember where I am or why.
I know that I’m alone- and can barely stand.
I have to get home.
I can barely walk – or keep my eyes up and level.
gotta get home gotta get home gotta get home
HOW? DRIVE?–God, help me!
I get to my car- Sleep first.
I lay there – half dead in the car — screaming with all my silent strength: “Help me! Please! Somebody! Help! I NEED HELP!”
no one looked. no one stopped. no one.
An hour later I woke up feeling like I’d been hit in the head with a bag of bricks. Automatic pilot was engage. I drove the short distance home.
