Head-dibs

  I had an accident last week. Actually I had three. I’ve been dealing with a persistent cough since September. The other night I came home and before I could get to the front door, started coughing and could not stop. Next thing I know, I’m on my back, watching the front porch light come into view. How did I get here, flat on the ground? Am I bleeding? Did I hit my head? Turns out I started a spasmodic cough that exhausted my oxygen (I already battle asthma) and I passed out, scraping my arm on the brick wall as I went down. No, I didn’t hit my head as I collapsed down onto my knees then drifted over backwards, my legs folded underneath me. I was unconscious about 30 seconds. I recovered but was not feeling well for a while.  The next night it happened again. I got out of the car, approached the door and started coughing and blacked out, but only for a few seconds. I did not collapse but was unconscious for a few seconds.  The next day, it happened again, on my day off. I woke from a

 

  “Oh give thanks to the LORD; call upon his name; make known his deeds among the peoples! Sing to him, sing praises to him; tell of all his wondrous works! Glory in his holy name; let the hearts of those who seek the LORD rejoice! Seek the LORD and his strength; seek his presence continually! Remember the wondrous works that he has done, his miracles and the judgments he uttered, O offspring of Israel his servant, children of Jacob, his chosen ones!’” (1 Chronicles 16:7-13)

 Wondering if it’s time for this old fat guy to don we now the Christmas apparel. . . 

 

  Having started a new journal, I needed a new index, so I can remember what I write, and where to find it (with blanks for overflowing lines.