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Sunday June 19, 2005

 

 


I uploaded the rest of the pics for the better part of the morning. I also talked to my Grandmother for a couple of hours on the phone. Unfortunately, I started feeling awful again. And it got worse as the day progressed. By the time Amanda got home, I was nearly useless...just sprawled out on the couch. I guess it's good I got some sleep last night.

I was strong enough to get up and go out for dinner again. Amanda and I never got to celebrate our anniversary this year and it's been a week. So I got up and we went out. The dinner seemed to help some. Again, I felt much better for a few hours afterwards. But then it got really rough come time for sleeping. I had another one of those little episodes. It wasn't as bad as the 9-11 one so Amanda saw me through it. This does truly suck. I haven't felt this SICK in years. I've been in more pain - but as far as being just plain sick, this is a rough one.

So here we go again with the daily health journal. I was hoping those days were gone for a long while. Oh well...


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Saturday June 18, 2005

 

 

 

 


As soon as I could get up this morning, I finished up editing the pics. I began uploading them. It took from about 10 a.m. to 10 p.m. to get this batch online. While that was going on, I laid on the couch and watched the Live Aid DVD's that Tom let me borrow. They really came in handy today. It gave me something to do. I was feeling a bit better by the time Amanda got home in the late afternoon. We went out to dinner and I felt almost fine tonight. Maybe this isn't going to be so bad after all. I even managed to get a decent night's sleep.

 


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Friday June 17, 2005
 

 

 

 

 


Okay, this is not good. Amanda had to go to Atlanta for the day and I'm hardly able to get up. We both decided I should take some cough medicine and just try to sleep. I did and then she left. Within an hour, my pulse shot up to 140 bpm and I could feel my blood pressure dropping. I was about to faint. If Amanda was here, I'd just call her and get her to look out for me. Once I passed out and had a seizure so I couldn't take a chance on that happening when I was alone. I had to call 9-11. I hated doing it. I really did. The EMT's assured me I made the right decision. They looked at the ingredients in the cough medicine and pointed out the pseudo-epinephrine. With that, on top of my already high pulse rate from being sick, I almost sent myself into shock. They also did a blood sugar test on me. Basically, I was told to stay away from cough medicine with the word "Tussin". They also said that they think I may have the flu. I don't think I've ever had anything like this in the summer. I have a lot to do next week. I need to get better pronto. Yes, this sucks.

I sent Amanda to find me some other (hopefully less shock-inducing) cough medicine when she got home.

At least my cough went away for the day from the potentially deadly syrup.

After a couple of hours I gathered enough strength to go back to editing pics. At about 8 p.m. I quit for the day. It was a long night. I took the new cough medicine before bed and within a couple of hours, my body was out of whack again. I didn't get much sleep but I got enough to get me through. So I guess it's official. I'm full-on sick again! Wonderful.

 


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Thursday June 16, 2005

 


 


Things kept getting worse throughout today. I think I've really overdone it this time by keeping on going despite feeling ill. Luckily, I didn't have anything I had to do today. My photos of Midtown arrived via Fed Ex from L.A. and I began editing them. And I continued editing them. Every now and then, I had to just lay down. I felt like crap.

It got worse at night. My sore throat had turned into a serious, nagging cough. We tried to go to sleep. I felt bad for Amanda so I insisted on sleeping downstairs until it subsided a bit. A couple of hours later, I finally went back upstairs. That's just what I need...no sleep on top of feeling bad.

While I'm complaining, I do at least have the since to realize how much worse things could be / how NOT BAD things really are for me.

I remember that today is my Aunt Louise's birthday. She put her husband in the ground yesterday and today she's supposed to celebrate #65. I don't think it's going to quite work out that way. I hope she has as decent a birthday as possible. We're thinking of her...


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Wednesday June 15, 2005

 

 

 

Feeling worse today but I can't stop. After all, my Uncle Jim's funeral is today and I have to bear a pall. My brother Benji and his wife April decided to ride with Amanda and me. We were doing well 'til we took a wrong exit and got lost in the middle of absolute elsewhere. We finally had to stop in Timmonsville, SC at a gas station called (I kid you not) Cigarettes 4 Less. They actually set us right and we made it to my Aunt Zella's with enough time to grab some lunch before the funeral.

I was feeling pretty terrible by the time I got there. Extremely weak, dehydrated and just out of it. It didn't help that with the heat index, it was 105 degrees. Obviously, I was dressed up, jacket and all so you can imagine. I had to sit on the front row with the other pall bearers. It was a perfectly suitable service. It did its job in paying homage to my Uncle. It made me envy him for his faith. When the service was over, we all headed out, followed directions, hoisted up the casket and pushed it into the hearse. It was remarkably easy work, even if it was emotionally taxing. Then we chased the hearse way out to the cemetary where my Mom's side of the family is buried. This is only the second time I remember ever being at the cemetary where my Mom's Mom and Dad are. My maternal grandmother died after coming up to help prepare my Mom for my arrival. She died 5 days before I was born. Needless to say, it was an incredibly emotional time for my Mom. My Grandfather died when I was 6. He was a farmer. He was the only adult who would actually get out in the dirt and play with me. I always loved that...even if he did think I should be wearing overalls! And now we all met again...kind of. My Uncle Jim being placed a few feet over from them. I've a feeling this won't be my last trip out here. I've another feeling that the next time will be even worse. Me, Benji and the other pall bearers slid the coffin from the car and carried it to the contraption over the hole. I was the first to throw my lapel-pinned flower on the coffin. I looked down into the hole and saw dust and roots. I've seen that sight too often over the past few years.

After it was over, we all went back to my Aunt's for an early dinner. My niece and nephew (Nichole and Robbie) went swimming. After we ate, we took off for the long drive home. I insisted on stopping back by Camden to visit my Dad's grave and see my Grandmother for a few minutes. I was really feeling out of it by then. We got home to Athens sometime well after dark. I collapsed on the couch. I am proud of myself for doing what I had to do. I just hate that it had to be done.

 

 


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Tuesday June 14, 2005

 

 

 


I'm not quite feeling right today. Maybe it's just nerves. I've been asked to be a pall bearer at my Uncle Jim's funeral tomorrow. I still don't know if I'm ready to return to a funeral home and deal with the sights and smells that exist there. Anyway - my throat's hurting and I'm feeling a bit weak. Am I just trying to get out of my duties? Well, I'm not going to. I've got to do this. My Uncle Jim and Aunt Louise came through for me when I was a kid. They took my Mom, sister and me in for a few months when we had nowhere else to go. In fact, my brother Benji was born while we were living with them. I'll never forget that. Louise and Jim never had children but they were always good to all of us. For that I'm forever thankful. The least I can do is help my Uncle on his last ride. It doesn't matter how I feel. No one else can take my place there. Some things just have to be done by certain people. This is one of them. I guess I've still got 'til tomorrow to feel better.

Amanda and I got into the area where the funeral home is about 5 p.m. We dashed around and found a Ryan's to eat in before having to deal with it all. I was feeling much worse by then. I know some of it's nerves but it's starting to feel like I'm actually sick, too.

We drove back to the funeral home and got there about 6:30. We were there when my Aunts, Mom, nieces and nephew got there. It was difficult to get out of that car and walk in there. The worst part about going in was totally unexpected. I was scared that I wasn't prepared to be back in this environment. What happened was even sadder in its own way. When I walked through those doors, I felt completely comfortable. It felt like I'd never left the chilly confines of the funeral home. I don't feel comfortable feeling comfortable at a time like this but that's just what happened. Yuck! I wasn't even feeling as physically bad at this point. That's just bizarre. Good in its own way...worse in another.

After going up for "the viewing" experience, I spent a lot of time with my nephew Robbie. He insisted that I take him out to the car and play him our new album. It wasn't too hard to convince me to step out so that's what we did. I previewed all the songs for him. He really seemed to like it a lot. He especially liked all the different sounds and 3-D effects.

I went back in and met a bunch of distant McKay relatives. They didn't recognize me and they thought we didn't look like them. Well, I can't say they were wrong but I did notice one thing. The blood McKay relatives, no matter how distant were all chewing gum. No one else in there was doing that. I thought that was kind of odd and incredibly coincidental.

We got out of there at about 9 and hit the highway back to Camden. I guess we put about 400 more miles on the car today.


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Monday June 13, 2005

 

 


Well, Amanda took the day off today to recover from Midtown. That was cool 'cause we both got to sleep in for a change. There's was still a lot of work to do...especially since we're going to have to go a-traveling tomorrow. The highlight of the day came around lunch when Amanda discovered that (YES!) my camera had magically returned to life. Ah, the joys of the 13th! 'Tis still a lucky date for me. And what a friggin' relief!

I spent my day editing and uploading pics of The White Stripes and a few others that I actually still had on cards from Midtown. Unfortunately, my backup drive didn't work so I've got to wait for all the rest of my images to be FedExed from L.A. I should get 'em by the end of the week. Oh well - at least I'll get 'em eventually and they weren't all lost.

In the afternoon, Amanda and I went out to a cheap and relatively tasteless dinner at CiCi's. It's good for a pocketbook friendly gorge but not much else. While we were there, the news came across the screen. Michael Jackson has been acquitted of all charges against him. Didn't we all know that would be the outcome? I mean, look at the people making the charges. As for my personal opinion...I don't know. I feel a strong pull in my gut that says he's done some (ahem) less than above board things with these kids but I don't know if it's gone as far as that. Plus, it doesn't matter at all what any of us think. He is a free man and he has been found NOT guilty. So let's let him try to reclaim his life and career. I wish him the best and I hope (for everyone's sake) he's finally learned some lessons.

Click here for last week's triumphs and tragedies at MUSIC MIDTOWN!


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