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Post by fish on Mar 3, 2009 18:30:11 GMT -6
Don't know if this is a personal stories thread, or a questions thread, but since it's 3/3 I'm telling a war story.
On March the Third, some years ago, I went skiing.
Temps had been above freezing the day before, but the night was cold, and the conditions were advertised as “frozen granular”.
It was frozen ice.
Lost an edge on the sheet ice, hit a tree. Back broken, chest shattered.
When I was in high school translating Vergil’s Aeneid , a particular phrase was used to signify a mortal wound.
As he lay dying, a warrior would see “the black blood” flow from the wound.
After the gray and shaking doctor punched the tube through my shattered chest to drain my chest cavity, I lay and watched as a large glass vessel filled up with ... black blood.
And as they finished cutting my clothing off me in the hospital, a guy with a clipboard came to the side of the gurney.
He said “Who are your next of kin ?”
I said “My next of kin !?! Am I dying ?”
He said “We don’t know.”
I said “Well, when you figure it out, then come and let me know. I don't want you to upset my people for no reason.”
And watching the jug fill with my black blood, I said my prayers.
fish
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Post by Smoke on Mar 4, 2009 1:03:41 GMT -6
Page is for whatevery we'd like it to be. Perfect thread Fish.
I see all turned out well for you.
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Post by slimnan on Mar 6, 2009 15:42:12 GMT -6
Nice to meet you .Wow fish what an ordeal to go through. Happy that that you came through it.
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