First off, this is not the serious writing post I promised last time. I’m still working on that one. But this one does concern writing—in a bizarre sort of way.
That pesky little internal organ known widely as the gall bladder has influenced my life for a month. Did I acknowledge its power and do the smart thing by adjusting my diet? Did I hie me hence and forthwith to the vitamin store to replenish my long-deleted stock of flax seed oil? Good heavens no! Did I pay for my foolishness? Would there be even the tiniest point to this post if I had? So …
Last Saturday night, I woke just after midnight in pain. I mean, PAIN. My immediate diagnosis was heart attack because I’m just melodramatic like that. Then I realized I knew that pain; it was just registering one bazillion times worse than ever before! Convinced the only thing that would relieve the pain was death, I got out of bed to play Bejeweled Blitz on Facebook. Halfway through the second game, just as a supercallifragilistic power gem exploded, it dawned on me I might be in the early stages of fainting.
Somehow, I made it back to bed just in time to realize I was about to vomit. After making my acquaintance with that fine china bowl, I slithered to the bathroom floor. I do not deal well with acute internal pain; I always end in a state of semi-shock. As I lay there semi-conscious and drenched in cold sweat, 90% of my brain frantically negotiated with my gallbladder, vowing to do anything, everything, to pamper it in the future, if it would just stop the pain NOW.
Then, a scene from the movie Braveheart popped into mind. You know, the one where that actor-I-formerly-respected portrays William Wallace’s death. And the other 10% of my brain said, “Hey, this must feel a lot like disembowelment. Take note of your exact physical sensations in case you ever need to write a scene where someone is being drawn and quartered—or is in severe pain and shock, whichever comes first.”
That, my friends, is when you know you’re a writer.
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44 thoughts on “This is when you know you’re a writer”
yuck is better than ouch.
Tru d’at. 😉
(Gosh I miss The Wire.)
Yes, exactly!!! I’m sorry for your pain. But I’m happy it made you write this terrific blog post AND now you know what severe pain feels like for any future fatal scenes, ha! Hope you feel better soon, Linda!
Thank you reading and leaving a comment, Marcella. Just went to visit your blog in return. Love that zebra. 🙂
Oh, and I am feeling better, thank you.
Ouch! Both for your pain — and mine from falling out of my chair laughing at this fabulous post.
Sorry for your gut — take care of yourself, though! We want you to keep entertaining, informing, and inciting us here on your blog.
Thank you for laughing, Natasha. 😀