posted on March 17, 2009 at 8:36 pm

i accelerate into the future
i paint my seizure
my mouth down n blue
my eyes roll back in my head
i enter a field of excruciating pain
all around the screaming cacophony of hell
the light is blinding me
it goes in my eyes and bores into my brain
the noise opens me up
fire surrounds me
the smell of brimstone
a hideous sulphuric wasteland
i am trapped
trapped in a moment
no way out
i try to get out of that moment
but it has congealed around me
i am fastened in
i bounce against its frames and walls
everything intensifies
the flames burn cold
colder than death
colder than nothing
i say
steven you gotta get outta here
i say
somebody please
i gotta get outta here
i scream but in that place everything is screaming
i struggle but i am isolated
i smash into the edges but they hold me fast
a million years go by
each second takes a century
each thought is a nightmare of gothic proportion
i see myself reflected in the glare of unconsciousness
i convulse inside and outside and here and beyond
a filthy malignant spirit envelopes me
bawling in my ear
YOU ARE MINE!!
i ricochet around in my moment
the moment which holds me too fast for you
the moment is tearing me apart
there is only now
and now is terrible
everything that was numb is hurting
everything that was hurting has erupted in white hot searing agony
my eyes blink open n closed i can still see
i fight so hard
to gather myself
whats left of myself
my will my wherewithal
to resist
to resist
my resistance becomes more agony
what am i resisting after all….a moment…?
somewhere out there
unbeknownst to me
my wife is calling an ambulance
but i am oblivious to any other time or place
horrible things are fighting over me
they drag me into their place howling with glee
as i bang around in my moment
my heart is beating so slowly now
faintly like a distant drum
my mansuit is sweating great drops of precious electrolytes
my electrical system has gone haywire
my brain is trying to telegraph a rhythm to my heart
but all the lines are down
my heart left on its own for the first time
doesnt know what to do
it flutters it quivers
it speeds up n slows down to almost nothing
inside the moment
my lungs suck in flame
my blood has thickened to a crimson sludge
my empty guts writhe tortuously
a pounding behind my blind eyes
a roaring behind my deaf ears
a burning under my dumb skin
i put everything into trying to get out
i am falling apart
i am just a survival instinct
i am just pain
i am just ache
i am just throb throb throb
i am drowning in my own sweat
i am evaporating within my own fire
suddenly
without any warning
i emerge into a quiet dark night
natalie is on the phone giving an address
natalies father is holding me gently down in a chair
i am out
but
it starts again
i start to lose myself
forget myself
hell yawns wide
my seat tilts
and i slide back down into the fires
the creatures all begin to shriek
i claw my way back out
but they have hold of my legs
everything going BANG BANG BANG
the moment looms
the moment re envelopes me
i scream inside the moment soundlessly
and again i re emerge
natalie is telling the ambulance PLEASE COME QUICKLY
i look around
i dont need an ambulance…
not me….
not yet….
please….
i dont want to go anywhere
and then again
hell yawns for third time
back in i go
same old stuff
same old racket
same old nothingness
same old fear
same old devils
just when i cant bear another thing
i emerge finally again
the ambulance has arrived
its a cool night in bondi
a quiet night
its about a quarter to eleven
jesus christ!
could anything be worse
than that terrible place?
oh vishnu
i never wanna return there……

44 Responses to “seizure salad”

  1. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 17 March 2009 at 9:39 pm #

    …and you made it back safely into the arms of the ones you love….cherish it, steve…..
    (i know you are)
    love always…..

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    persephone2u | 17 March 2009 at 9:45 pm #

    Oh my God, is this really what it was like? I thought for a second I was reading your rendition of A Season In Hell at first. Please please stay substance free so this doesn’t happen again!

    love,
    kristine

  3. avatar
    esne snoner | 17 March 2009 at 9:49 pm #

    sounds like we nearly lost you – but now back thankfully with a new lease on life – and i thought i was having a memorable week what with a phenomenal church gig and a new much-loved album to get lost in

    good things to come sk – you know – the world at your feet and all that

  4. avatar
    linjo | 17 March 2009 at 10:16 pm #

    Sounds a terrifying experience Steve. No doubt you have had a CAT scan. My daughter had whats called a febrile convulsion at the beach when she was 2. She turned blue and her eyes had rolled back and I really thought she was dead. Just a thing that can happen to kids when they have a temperature. Bloody hard keeping off the toxins but the self pride is the best high for me, just gotta keep pluggin away after a fall. Linda. So glad you are ok.

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    EDD | 17 March 2009 at 10:18 pm #

    “hell yawns wide”…..what a phrase. Just jumped out at me. Hope it doesn’t affect your gigging. As a friend of mine yelled out at a gig when he was trying to play a softer song: “WHY DO YOU GUYS WANNA ROCK SO HARD!?!?”

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    princey | 17 March 2009 at 10:20 pm #

    Beautifully written sk, but SO painful to read, it makes my heart ache at the thought of you “departing” this world 🙁 I can’t imagine never seeing you or hearing your voice again…ahhh stop!, I’m depressing myself!!! some “cheer-me-up” goodies coming your way….
    I had a look at The Factory gig on youtube and wow!!, you look, sound and are playing as if your near-death experience never even happened, you’re recovery is amazing sk!!
    I’m so happy to read more and more positive stuff here about the new album, I cant stop playing it, please come back and rock Melby, it’s been tooooo long :)))))
    love Amanda

  7. avatar
    matt davison | 17 March 2009 at 10:36 pm #

    Man O man… Steve I really feel what you have gone through.. I had a moment very similar when trapped in the Sydney tower elevator 1992..
    Claustraphobia is very similar…
    I am glad you got out of there..

    With Love

    Matt

  8. avatar
    Richard | 17 March 2009 at 10:56 pm #

    this makes sunday night all the more remarkable

    (postscript to my epic comment yesterday: am now looking forward to hoarsely humming space saviour or anchorage the morning after, next time, somewhere)

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 March 2009 at 10:59 pm #

    Steve, I was at the Factory on Sunday Night and being a Church fan from the beginning it seemed that this was the best performance i had ever seen – it had it all. Interestingly my friend who came with me, only came because i bought him a ticket and previously had come to the Basement gig and the Metro gig as well (I bought him a ticket to both as well). He was well and truly blown away with the factory gig’s power and energy, and bought 3 x Church CD’s the next day and emailed me 3 times the next day thanking me for taking him (he has never owned a Church CD ever).
    Thank you Steve, Peter, Marty, and Tim (All brilliant)
    Regards
    Geoff Starkey
    Sydney

  10. avatar
    jaime r... | 17 March 2009 at 11:00 pm #

    Oh man, that was wrenching..
    I can replay the pain of my accident..
    car flipped on black ice..
    my feet sticking out the side of the window onto the frozen floor…
    My hands instinctively holding my bloodied head up..
    a pain unimaginable and a will that held it together.. 5 centimeters of movement and I would have been a quadriplegic..
    I remember the news.. the somber call to my parents.. the acceptance in possibly relinquishing this life.. after the surgery, the titanium plate and fused bone.. Permanance..
    I remember Doctor Day telling me “hey dont fuck this up kid” I smiled and steadied myself into the Montana snow once again.. I remembered weeks of no swallowing.. of bartering pain pills for amazing ganja.. Im still here.. better than ever, Im kicking ass.. I absorb suffering and recycle it.. It aint easy.. Its hard.. a hard road.. im glad to be alive.. For I am not ready to give up the music.. I feel your pain SK.. glad your turning it into something positive.. blessings…

  11. avatar
    catchow | 17 March 2009 at 11:34 pm #

    happily…it was’nt the Day Of The
    Dead !!!
    and it’s a good thing,Steven,you
    were’nt alone;but what a scare!
    your way of describing that terrible night is fine and original
    ,a real pictorial writing as you do so well,just like a little
    suspens novel.
    a good and quivering blog,Steve!

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 March 2009 at 11:54 pm #

    davem

    Just felt like letting you know
    Long before the despised anon
    It hasn’t always been a beautiful place
    Full of your new-fangled fragrant love
    As recently as two years ago
    This viciousness
    From vishnu’s bootlace
    I guess we’re not all as far along
    in our journey of redifining our sordid selves
    I’m a fat loser rotten to the core
    Coz I have no options but to work a govt job
    Jeez, some of us are yet to even enter the Chrysalis…

    “monday morning fiendsss
    snap to it
    get in yer carr
    drive to work
    etc etc etc
    ya know how i told ya i never werked
    a day in my life…?
    that doesnt mean i didnae have a job
    yep i hadda job
    in the public service
    but i didnae work…
    if only the real workers knew..
    the guys in the factories
    the policemen
    the firemen
    the truckies
    the tradies
    the bus drivers…

    there is this vast body of pseuds
    who turn up at their office every day
    nothing really to do
    nothing that matters anyway
    i know cos i was there
    i avoided doing any work
    and so did most of the rest
    public fucking servants
    sittin around reading the gazette
    cheating on their flexitime
    having an extra day off every fortnight
    sickleave
    travel leave
    blah blah blah leave
    this lurk
    that perk
    if only they knew how easy these loafers got it
    cmon lets have both barrels of yer vitriol
    all you shiny bums sitting on yer fat asses
    in some office block in canberra
    dont come the raw prawn with me
    i know you jerks are goofing off round the water cooler
    having extended tea breaks
    having 2 hour lunch times
    borrowing the govt car to do yer shopping
    and not just canberra
    imagine
    washington
    ottawa
    london
    great legions of public servants
    who knows what they do?
    who cares?
    i tell ya what fiendiess
    i wassa a pub lick servant for nearly 5 years
    tween the age of 19 to 24
    believe me
    yer average rockah does ten times the werk
    of these lazy fat cats
    embedded in the system
    ya cant cant sack em
    once theyre in
    theyre like cold sores
    ya cant kill em off
    they just hang around
    sucking on the system
    they wanted to sack me
    i was the laziest
    i was the most rabble rousing layabout
    i got there the latest
    i went home the earliest
    i spent my time and the govts money
    writing poetry n lyrics
    going out to hit the coffee shops
    and import record shops
    i flaunted my hedonistic snotty nosed attitude
    and they couldnt even sack me
    i smoked fuckin dope in the toilets
    they still couldnt axe me…
    just like politicians
    theyve feathered their own little nests
    empire building
    getting more chairs n desks
    filling in forms to order more staples n bulldog clips
    making calls overseas w/ yer money
    lookin at porno on govt computers
    boozy friday lunchtimes
    what a lazy corrupt buncha rogues
    cmon
    dont try and kid us any of ya are doing anything useful
    you could sack 2 thirds of em
    and theyd still be overstaffed
    public servants
    ha ha ha
    goodbye
    sk”

    Gregor Samsa

  13. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 18 March 2009 at 12:05 am #

    Steve’s frightening experience can happen to any of us at any time. Churchill drank all day, smoked all day and ate all day. He lived a long life. A former coworker of mine who was as strong and healthy as Tiger Woods suddenly dropped dead at age 37 a few months ago. Death looms for all of us. It’s immminent! People with kids must secure insurance and money for their kids if possible in these dreadful financial times.

    Canadians are slaughtering baby seals again. Not very nice amid our transient lives.

  14. avatar
    fantasticandy | 18 March 2009 at 1:06 am #

    steve,
    i of all people really don’t quite know what to say after reading that…..
    your ability as a writer to take the reader ‘there’ with you is uncanny.
    the night i was admitted to hospital i shared the emergency room with a young girl.
    she too had had a heart attack.
    a smack addict, at just 24 years of age she never made it through the night.

    i had quite a bit of damage that laid me low for some time. it took a very clever and complex surgical procedure to put things right again.
    getting my head back together took a little longer….
    but it made me realise that a few people out there actually love me very much.
    and vice-versa.
    love IS what it’s all about, no doubt about it.
    whatever you do….do it with/for love,
    and you can’t go wrong!

    savant….leave it out now eh?
    so much must have happened over time….let the past go now.
    does it not seem petty in the great scheme of things?
    it IS a wonderful life,
    chill out and enjoy…it may well be finite.

    and, yes davem, and all you regulars(and not so’s too)this lair of the time being is a fine place to be.
    one thing you do learn here is that everyone has some burden to bear.
    and i think it true to say that, mr. kilbey….your works have helped in some way to lighten our loads and bring joy to our lives.
    peace, love and friendship to the lot of ya!
    andy L.

  15. avatar
    Monored | 18 March 2009 at 1:54 am #

    my god! so elequontly expressed and what a horrific ride into hell, i am so glad and relieved u r ok. Keep strong and remember you are circled in love and light by near and far friends. mono x

    ps hi Kimbo love to you xxx

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 March 2009 at 3:24 am #

    Whew! I knew it was just a matter of time before you applied your muse to the whole scary experience. Reading along, I felt like a vicarious bystander at the edge of an abyss only you could see.

    Love and Light,

    –Mark In Tucson

  17. avatar
    loolaabillions | 18 March 2009 at 3:41 am #

    well i guess you must
    be going to heaven then boy

    no wait

    what if…….xx

  18. avatar
    Paul Lightfoot | 18 March 2009 at 6:24 am #

    So no Vine anytime soon then? :))

  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 March 2009 at 6:57 am #

    old devil

    a friend of mine who is a scientist by nature is very skeptical about this business.

    She tends to worry about the one eyed view that you send to lonely people .

    Very worried for her friend who reads and dreams.

    Really Steve are you playing some ol racket

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 March 2009 at 7:00 am #

    My dears,

    I have had more empathy on the pages of this blog than I’ve had from some friends and family regarding my daughter. One of them said ‘Well, you always knew there was something wrong her, didn’t you?’ Unbelievable!

    Your words have helped me, really they have. Asperegers Syndrome is remarkably prevalent in places like Silicon Valley and NASA, as well as throughout the creative world with Da Vinci, Beethoven and even Elvis being suspected Aspies! A professor up in Brisbane thinks that with the Aspies civilisation would not continue to progress…so as we go headlong into this we have hope and an increasing bank of knowledge that states her future is still bright.

    You may well have some Aspie traits, old chap, and Rusty would know from what I’ve read of his and his wife’s work today. They have been great advocates for the condition. I hope I can be too.

    With thanks from the heart,

    B.Bon

  21. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 March 2009 at 7:42 am #

    “?”;/ :I:) xo :(:)

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 March 2009 at 8:10 am #

    Elvis didnt have aspie traits .
    He died because he cared too much .

    the words spoken were for the loved one .
    And daughters can be troubling . You are continually scared for them and you want to protect them from harm ,
    at the same time you want them to run and say all the inappropriate things they want.

    I guess all you can hope is for true love for them .

    A love that doesnt hurt
    A love that doesnt lie
    A love that is proud
    A love that is here and now

    there is only one day
    today

    this is the day that you must live.

    NASA gets it right

    Explore , look and if its there

    LAND

  23. avatar
    make-believe-girl | 18 March 2009 at 8:16 am #

    So glad to hear you made it back to us. Don’t know what we’d do without you!

    Rest up.
    Love,
    Amanda (afterimage)

  24. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 March 2009 at 8:22 am #

    Have to agree with you Sun nite was a corker of a gig. Who would have believed that you were in hospital afew days before it? What an amazing recovery (keep it up, follow the Dr's orders). Great to hear some new songs, and was so pleased you played Reptile. Loved Pangaea. Too many good songs to single them out. Bought 2 cds, untitled #23 and Pangaea. Haven't had a chance to play them yet. That venue was such a long way to go, hard to get home, lot of money on taxis which would have been better going on more Merch, but no way was I going to miss a Church gig. You must have been pleased with the number of people there, hope they all bought something.

    May vishnu send all the healing powers to you and pleasant dreams from now on. Take care, Time Being.

    Peace & love,
    Therese

  25. avatar
    persephone2u | 18 March 2009 at 8:50 am #

    B. Bon,

    Have you researched Myers-Briggs personality typing? It’s based on Jungian research and is used by many many companies and schools around the world. I say this because I am hugely skeptical about Aspergers for many reasons, too numerous to list.

    NTs (Intuitive Thinkers) are very rare in the population, comprising less than 10% of us. When you break down those personality types into INTJs, INTPs, ENTJs or ENTPs the number gets even smaller. So my soon to be SIL, who is an INTJ, is just 3% of the population of females. She’s finishing up her Ph.D. now at age 22.

    Almost all of the computer programmers that I know are NTs, usually INTPs or INTJs, thus your description of Silicon Valley (which, by the way, are big on Myers-Briggs typing too!). But, if you were to look at the description of someone with these personality types, they would almost certainly appear to have “Aspergers” if you didn’t understand Myers-Briggs typing.

    What this means is that most of the world are full of SFs, or “Sensor Feelers.” If you deviate from the social norm and are intuitive and/or logical, you must be labeled as different somehow, thus Aspergers. Bill Gates is an ENTJ, as am I, and neither one of us has “Aspergers.” ENTJs as females are a rarity, and if I meet groups of ENTJ females I find I can actually discuss things that I couldn’t with other females, who are usually SFs, and interested in more mundane things like shopping, clothes and gossip.

    Please look into Myers-Briggs typing as my guess is that your daughter is an introvert and probably an INTP or an INTJ, which many brilliant people are as you accurately noted above. Because she’s a female she WILL stick out like a sore thumb, but who cares? Most academics are NTs and your daughter will have a great future because of it.

    Read the book “Nurture By Nature” by Paul D. Tieger and Barbara Barron-Tieger which describes this stuff in much greater detail and is especially useful for typing children so that they can grow to their full potential.

    I often wish that my parents had read the ENTJ section of it so they wouldn’t have tried to make me into a sensitive, touchy-feely female, which I am most surely not! Everyone is different, and the Sensor-Feelers out there just don’t know what to make of the Intuitive-Thinkers amongst us, of which there are few.

  26. avatar
    verdelay | 18 March 2009 at 9:16 am #

    Your experience = furious, burning pain, time-stretching, agony, battle of will

    My experience = cold repetition, abstraction, loss of form, ego dissolution

    Other’s experience (cliche) = light, luminosity, calmness, string orchestras, cherubim

    Could these all be the roads to Death?

    Why so different?

    What is the mechanism?

    Curioser…

  27. avatar
    EDD | 18 March 2009 at 9:56 am #

    Just saw The Factory gig footage…smiling during UTMW…and dropping you basss and laughing during Almost with You….you old dog…

  28. avatar
    Buckles | 18 March 2009 at 10:40 am #

    Fell in the mid-summer Florida heat once, blacked out, woke to feeling nausea, not just in my tummy, but head to toe. The most awful thing. I can relate.

    Funny, “Altered Mental Status” is the too casual medical description.

    Please continue to take care of yourself and use the silver linings to stay golden.

    Ordered #23, can’t wait!

    b

  29. avatar
    Melbournemary | 18 March 2009 at 11:35 am #

    Hi SK
    Scary stuff. I’m so happy and relieved to have you back.
    Congratulations on the new Church album and eps. I can’t stop playing them.
    A friend bought me one of your prints for my birthday and I picked it up from the frame shop today- it’s awesome
    How can you be surprised so many people care about you when you give so much in so many ways
    Big hugs and love
    Mary xx

    PS That’s the last time I buy you goji berries!

  30. avatar
    Altres | 18 March 2009 at 12:57 pm #

    Nearly everyone, at one point in their lives, will have a seizure. It can present as an absence, a full blown convulsive fit or even just a mild realignment of how we experience the universe around ourselves.

    The last one is how I experience mine. Tastes seem intense and other-worldly, time turns liquid and folded, words and sound have texture, smells seem like clothing and I have the feeling I can see glimpses into the future. I spoke to Fandorin about this last year and he also experiences these extended deja vu’s. Difficult to know what triggers them, impossible to escape whilst “in there” and deeply confusing and obviously difficult to fully describe once it has passed.

    Your description sounds terrifying.

    Hopefully this has been a “one off”, Steve. All the best frae the North. Here’s to your ongoing good health.

    Cheers,

    Brian

  31. avatar
    Max | 18 March 2009 at 1:15 pm #

    Just normalising from Sunday night’s terrificanence.

    Thanks Richard (Marty knows the rest).

  32. avatar
    Jen Jewel Brown | 18 March 2009 at 1:20 pm #

    Transdimensional telling.The upheavals of chemical mechanical failures of the system sound agonising. When your time come, you won’t be going to hell though son.
    xJen

  33. avatar
    Jen Jewel Brown | 18 March 2009 at 1:57 pm #

    Yes, Aspies ambassadors – that's what we need. Like that amazing guy Rainman who knows entire hit parades from the eighties and went on RocKwiz.
    http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=421726363
    It's Craig Nichols from The Vines. I believe they're a brilliant band actually, frist rate, and they had considerable struggles partly due to their charismatic frontman's struggles for consistency and coping mechanisms to deal with fame and a high pressure performance environment. He is very gifted and I was glad to see the band return to live work again after a break in 2006, but The Vines have had to cancel a spate of appearance from last November as it was too hard for Craig at that stage, he needed a rest.

    I guess sometimes Aspies folks are kind of special and they need special rules and special love and acceptance.

  34. avatar
    veleska1970 | 18 March 2009 at 2:01 pm #

    how horrible!! i’m sorry you went through that. but you’re better now, thank God.

    lotza love….

  35. avatar
    Anthony | 18 March 2009 at 2:07 pm #

    Steve,

    What an amazing blog! I don’t know how you do it every day, but I’m glad you do. You’re blog is an essential part of my day. Thank you.

    And thanks also for your words of encouragement. I know Asher’s going to be fine. He’s different and has a gift of touching people’s lives. I can’t tell you how many people ask us to bring him around for a visit because they say they get something from him they just can’t put their finger on. He has a way of making one accept life on life’s terms. Because he doesn’t do all the things one takes for granted, it makes it all that more meaningful and special when he does. Just recently I was putting him to bed and was walking out of his room and he said “good night Daddy”… he had never done that before. It was all I could do not to let him get out of bed so I could cuddle with him for the rest of the night.

    Andy, you’re right, love IS what it’s all about. With the exception of a few sad individuals, that’s really why we all come here day after day. I think we all feel that from your blog Steve. We get something for our heads and our hearts… the best of both worlds.

    Oh, I did get to see Russell’s documentary and thought he did a great job… a true labor of love! Russell, if you’re reading, thanks to you and keep up the good work. Of course I got the documentary from everyone’s favorite Church supporter, Sue C. She’s a diamond!

    Hope to see you in the States soon,
    Anthony

  36. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 March 2009 at 2:42 pm #

    Andy, if you’re a mailman and you can believe that this is a ‘fantastic life’ then there’s hope for all of us! Anyone who has to put up with the awful treatment meted out to workers in the postal system and still comes up smiling is a special guy. You made my day, buddy!

  37. avatar
    fantasticandy | 18 March 2009 at 2:43 pm #

    the two EPs just arrived,
    ‘LLC’, ooh..err!
    ‘hounds’ nice cover..no plagiarism here, youv’e made it your own.
    ‘coffee song’, cheekey buggers!,it’s a jam with words tagged on, or not…take your pick folks!
    ‘pangea’, enough has been said about this one already.
    ‘insanity’, not quite typical marty but close….
    ‘love’, now this…this really is something, a slow-burning moody gem.
    welcome back guys!

    p.s. but ‘LLC’…ouch!…and those lryics?, double ouch…

  38. avatar
    CSTCoach | 18 March 2009 at 2:48 pm #

    incredibly vivid. you’ve really nailed that terrifying sense of disorientation, that feeling that if you just let go your hold for a second you’ll be pulled from your body. that struggle not to let slip the bonds of consciousness. it’s such an awful experience. glad you got through it unscathed.

    how goes the battle? r u still off all substances?

    b bon – i’ve a cousin with asperger’s. he had a hell of a time as a kid but now, in high school, is doing quite brilliantly. don’t lose hope, amigo.

  39. avatar
    seoigh | 18 March 2009 at 3:07 pm #

    Sounds serious. Have you considered a personal relationship with Jesus Christ?

    Sorry. The heavy moment required levity, I thought.

    Glad you’re feeling better. Sounds like a bad time.

  40. avatar
    eek | 18 March 2009 at 6:13 pm #

    That was vivid. Yes indeed — no more going back there, Steve. I’m so glad you had people who knew what to do with you even though you didn’t feel them there much of the time.

    I’ve been on the other side of similar situations — the person calling the ambulance. I’ll tell you, that’s an unwelcome adrenalin rush!

    (I do have to admit I got a giggle out of the title today, despite the serious content.)

  41. avatar
    knot | 18 March 2009 at 7:20 pm #

    you worry me
    please be well

  42. avatar
    davem | 18 March 2009 at 8:39 pm #

    Grateful you’re ok, SK. You’re sort of IMPORTANT!
    Glad you’ve got both ep’s andy…..I’m still awaiting Pangaea!!!!! I love Coffee Hounds even though the killer is off the caffeine.
    I can’t hold out any longer for #23 though, so slim pack or not I’m off to Church Merch right now to order it with the t-shirt. I can’t wait ’til effing April!!

  43. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 March 2009 at 8:52 pm #

    good morning,:)xo

  44. avatar
    Also Ran | 18 March 2009 at 10:24 pm #

    Persephone2u

    As an Aspergers sceptic what would you call an INTJ who has autism traits such as stimming, sensory issues, toe walking, minimal eye contact, special interests and abilities?


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