I caught a really bad flu/cold. Because of my sickle cell disease thingie catching a cold can become very dangerous and extremely painful. When the lung fill up with mucus there is less available oxygen which triggers a sickle cell crisis:
acute chest syndrome occurs when sickle cells become trapped in the chest, blocking the flow of blood and oxygen to the lungs. This causes pneumonia, fever, pain and severe coughing. It can also lead to permanent damage to the lungs. The crisis is a common complication in sickle-cell patients and can be associated with one or more symptoms including fever, cough,excruciating pain, and it is one of the most common causes of death for sickle cell patients.
Two years I got my first taste of acute chest syndrome. I sneezed/coughed hard and It felt like I was hit by a bullet in my chest. I fell down in my living room and unfortunately my lady was sleeping and I had to stay there for a bit. Because when I get sick I can get debilitatingly sick I tend to push the pace with things which is a bad habit to go 100% all the time. It tires and stresses me out and causes me to get sick. This year I am working on learning to relax and take it easy.
Marj is one of the sweetest people I have met. She sent me an email to see how I was doing. I was very touched by this. It made me want to apologize to all of you out there who read my blog. I thrive on communication and interaction with others, and I have gotten a lot of it here so many of you have been rather nice to me and I want to thank you. My life is a bit crazy now, well its always crazy and I hope someday soon a lot of the nonsense will pass, but I am really sorry that I cannot always return the words and friendly affection I receive from you guys. I’m working on that. Anyways
The name Marjorie comes from the Greek for pearl. Knowing what I know of Marj I feel this event in her life is like the salt that the oyster builds the pearl around. My condolences Marj
Here are your videos:
Feb 2: Weekend Update
Feb 2: Shout out to Marj from Bohemian Sentiments
Feb 2: virtual Hug & Reading Demain Des L’Aube for a Friend
Demain Dès l’Aube
par Victor Hugo
Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne,
Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends.
J’irai par la forêt, j’irai par la montagne.
Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.
Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées,
Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit,
Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées,
Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit.
Je ne regarderai ni l’or du soir qui tombe,
Ni les voiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur,
Et, quand j’arriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombe
Un bouquet de houx vert et de bruyère en fleur.
Tomorrow, beginning at dawn, at the time when the countryside pales,
I will leave. You see, I know that you are waiting for me.
I will go through the forest, I will go through the mountain.
I cannot remain far from you any longer.
I will walk with my eyes fixed on my thoughts,
seeing nothing else, hearing no noise,
alone, unknown, my back hunched over, my hands crossed,
sad, and the day for me will be like night.
I will not see the gold of the evening falling,
nor the sails in the distance going down toward Harfleur,
and when I arrive, I will lay on your tomb
a bouquet of green holly and of heather in bloom.
Léopoldine Hugo (Léopoldine Cécile Marie-Pierre Catherine Hugo; 28 August 1824 – 4 September 1843) was the daughter of novelist, poet and dramatist Victor Hugo and his wife, Adèle Foucher. She married Charles Vacquerie at Saint-Paul-Saint-Louis on 15 February 1843 but they both drowned together only a few months later, when their boat capsized on the Seine in Villequier on 4 September 1843. This had a great impact on the work and personality of her father Victor Hugo. He dedicated numerous poems to the memory of his daughter, notably Demain dès l’aube and À Villequier in Pauca Meae, the fourth book of Les Contemplations. Demain des l’aube is a poem about Victor Hugo’s experience traveling from his house to his daughter’s grave.