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sick scents

ever since i almost bled out on that operating table*
during the emergency cesaraean** a year ago -
i seem to have developed a hypersensitivity to anything that
resembles the smell of blood.

maybe it was because i lost about a litre of it vomiting into a bed pan.
and Michael had to stop the car on the way to the hospital so i could
throw up on the street.
maybe it's because i can recall the way a burp tastes after swallowing
blood for 2 hours. and what it feels like gurgling UP the back of your throat -
like an eel. slippery and never ending.
(re Michael's excuses for not cleaning the toilet).

what triggered it today was the warm milk from the coffee machine.
i pushed the button for 'hot chocolate with milk' but what it decided
to shoot out was frothy hot 'milk'. i drank it anyway.
maybe what triggered the memory was the temperature and the aftertaste.

i can't shake it.
it's permanently stored in my brain.
between 'crayola' and 'burning barbie hair'.


moral(s) of the story:

1. milk is an unneccessary source of calcium.
2. if you can pick a smell or taste to be burned
in your mind for the rest of your life, go for something fruity.
3. if the last thing you hear on that operating table is
the surgeon going: 'i'm late for a meeting...'. when you wake
up, make sure they did the procedure correctly.

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words substituted for dramatic effect:
*waiting room
**tonsilectomy

3:34 p.m. - Apr. 11, 2005

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