Living Room Table Monday, November 12th 2018.
When I was going through treatment, I picked up a sub conscious desire to move my life along at a quicker pace, to try to cram as much in as possible. I felt that time was of the essence and that I needed to get things in order as quickly as possible. As I felt my life spinning and speeding out of control, I did things, some strange things. As I had told my fellow traveler in the clinic, I went through radiation treatments twice a day for thirty days, once in the morning and again in the afternoon. I found myself constantly starring at my watch. It had become the symbol of my approaching demise, time quickly ticking away, my life moving faster then the hands on my watch could keep up with. One day I simply went to the dresser in my bedroom, slipped the watch from my wrist and carefully placed it out of site in the top right drawer under my socks. I immediately started to feel a sense of relief as if I had prolonged my own life by this act of defiance. When my wife had inquired about my watch I lied and told her that it was bothering my wrist from the constant poking and prodding for blood, which I guess held some truth but not THE truth. The truth was that it was bothering my sole much more then it was effecting my wrist.
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