I thought I saw you mending sails
Buying guerilla-wear at Bloomingdales…
Queen Of The Underground, Michael Franks, ‘Skin Dive’
I just happened to be checking out Midnight Love on BET and they showed a video from a woman by the name of Heather Headley. I went to her website and was totally enthralled by it- not only by the single, but her journal and the headlines. Great site. I’m going to purchase the CD. Bet.
Oh, and then BET played Wyclef and Claudette Ortiz.
Ugh. Shoot me now.
I was sitting here through most of the day trying to figure out what I would say about September 11 last year. [There are so many sites to link to, and I only have one year, so take your pick please.]
On September 11th, I got several phone calls which woke us up in the morning. As I turned to the channel, I noticed that the first building of the WTC was burning. I then saw the plane run the second building. Both buildings fell soon afterward. It left me shellshocked for the next week. On the first day that everything happened, I had been taking medicine, and I was having some side-effects, but I felt that I could overcome these effects and continue on with life.
Well, not quite.
I can also remember September 11th being exactly 14 days from the first time I had gone to the doctor in a while. A long while. I wasn’t feeling well. He told me I was pretty much under the weather. I was so under the weather that my T-Cell count was negligible. So negligible as a matter of fact, that it was pretty much nonexistent. He could describe the ailment that I was suffering from by using just one word consisting of 4 letters (hereafter known as 4LW – the 4 letter word). That was enough to freak me out, but I held my own for a while, had a plan to overcome my problems and continue on with my life.
So I got my medicine for the 4LW. I took the diagnosis and the recovery medicine in stride, or so I thought. One of the “recovery medicines” I was taking was doing its job, and I had some side effects, but figured it was something I needed to overcome. Unfortunately, the medicine was also working some overtime to my kidney system. My kidney system, in turn, was overtaken by the medicine and began working slower and slower. The kidneys became slow enough to send me straight to the hospital for 8 days for fear that they had become irreparable.
I was told by people quite a while later that at the time my prognosis wasn’t good and that there was a fear that I would die. For these reasons I keep going forward, no matter how much I feel like I’ve fallen – the same train of thought, the same way of living, that most of my friends affected by 9/11 strive to abide by.
And that’s my train of thought for today, September 11th.
Looking back and moving ahead, y’all.