Friday, March 10, 2006
My handicap
I've acquired a new handicap. No, I've not taken up golf. Rather, I've been diagnosed with a perforated eardrum.
Perforated. What a cool word... It fully utilizes your oral capacity.
Per-fo-ra-ted.
Bilabial, labiodental, alveolar... The word rolls off your tongue quite literally.
Anyway, with my newly diagnosed handicap, I've come to realize that I'm not as patient as I imagined myself to be. For although my ailment is non-intrusive, i.e. that I'm not in constant pain,
...sighing comes to me instead of food;
my groans pour out like water.
So now I understand why great men in pain would curse the day of their birth.
With that bit of enlightenment, I'm beginning to learn how to appreciate this perforation.
Because, what else allows people to ask after me?
What else builds bonds and facilitates ear-aches sharing sessions?
What else, (check this out!) allows you to whistle through your ears?
Woohoo!
perforated eardrums are like so cool...
Hah!
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