The odds of a plane smashing into a care a fairly remote yet, accidents will happen!
The real creepy part about accidents for me, is that they always seem to happen in three’s for me: First, I lost my friends, then I lost my glasses, and then I lost my footing, which deserves a whole paragraph of its own. Anyway, this particular set of events have been life changing for me, and if there’s one thing a depressoid doesn’t need, it’s menopause! If I put my moody boots on, I shut down, so it’s very important for me to remain as I am: ‘A level 5.3 Earthquake…’ Or in my case: ‘Earth-quack.’
There’s a real spooky accident that happens to everyone every seven years. The cells in our bodies have completed one entire cycle of death and rebirth, except for one crucial problem. Whenever your body replicates its DNA code, it suffers a loss to be able to accurately do so, in much the same way jpg files tend to deteriorate when you recopy them over and over, until the code is so muddled the computer (your brain), can’t open the file (you), and you die.
As you know, I’m 63 now, and my code has successfully turned over for the ninth time ( 7 x 9 = 63), so mathematically anyway, I was bound to screw up in a way that I wouldn’t normally have! This in turn gives birth to my next paragraph… (postponed do to a temporary coma.) Please keep in mind that the crucial element to this toxic mix, is my awareness of the environment around me, or rather, lack there-of… Guess I failed to account for gravity :O(
The Human Projectile
This accident happened to me the very day I decided to start running again, after three torturous weeks not running because I’m depressed and stuffing myself with: ‘Carmel crunch ice-cream yogurt’… See, according to my calculations, because it said 97% fat free, I could easily eat fifty 2 liter tubs a day without getting fat. Boy was I wrong! It has a lot of sugar, and sugar you don’t burn off, turns into fat. It’s not that I’m naive. It’s that I stupidly convince myself everything will be OK or else Chapman’s Ice-cream would get sued for false advertising. Little was i aware, people like this form of suicide! OK! I’m naive… Did you know that naive spelled backwards is: ‘evian’? Just a heads up for people who drink bottled water. I’ve tested it, and yes, it is tap water! I’m flying off topic here!
So here I was, a month ago, this porker, from 10,000 tubes of lying ice-cream yogurt, and I swear, if you undressed me, I’d look just like an uncooked turkey running down the street! As I’m running, at full tilt, I see swarms of children in front of me that have just been let out of a movie theater at the top of the street. Three boys straggled behind and just so happened to be hoarding the entire sidewalk. So what do they know? they’re kids! Right? Anyway, I just made one foot-step on the grass, to go around them, and suddenly, I was I human projectile! I twirled through the air! I twirled over their heads, and landed on the cement in front of them, right on my rib cage! Fortunately for me, my momentum, and the fact that I was twirling rolled me onto my bulbous stomach, preventing me from breaking my ribs! Also fortunate for me, was that it was on my left side, which is not the side that I sleep on.
My Doctor gave me nothing for the pain: just sent me home with a free sucker and told me I’d survive! And I’m sure I suffered psychological brain damage! (2 + 2 = 5). See? The next month saw only excruciating pain, mostly to breathe, so I stopped doing that for as long as I could… I breathed shallow, couldn’t run, got more depressed and ate more yogurt ice-cream to feel better momentarily while sustaining a watermelon of a stomach at the same time: one, huge gas ball which gravely affected my ulcer! I feel better after three consecutive days of running… What did I trip on? A rusted sewage pipe sticking up over the ground, camouflaged by over-grown grass.
Anyway, That’s the BS I’m presenting as to why I’ve been off-line for a month. Oh! I have one other piece of CRAP! We had to step down on our internet payments, so now I must conserve time by composing my blogs on Live-Writer while unplugging my modem, and having to plug it back in and wait fro it to reboot when I want to find a picture or comment to a comment. So please don’t think I don’t care, though I don’t, it’s just that I couldn’t see, couldn’t stop shaking (unless I’d like to vegetate and I don’t want to do that), couldn’t breathe and have less money because everything keeps going up in price!
Not to worry… Other than the the bottle of saturated animal fat I was force fed yesterday, I’m back to my usual death by enjoying the pleasures of life, accident prone self. Sorry for the inconvenience, and I’ll see you when it’s financially equitable for me. Please send your donations to: Total Loser, 999 Booby-hatch Drive, etc.. At least with my last three accidents, I had the human decency to fly off my 10 speed first! Comments are welcome on why you think you’re a klutz…