I checked into the Emergency Room over at Ballard’s Swedish Hospital at around three-o’clock this morning. The increasing difficulties I’ve been experiencing for the last week and a half, since injuring my back while weightlifting, had culminated into sleepless nights and excruciating muscle spasms. Although I’ve been working on this issue metaphysically, I found myself so desperate for relief that I would gladly make a deal with the devil for relief.
While I am feeling better physically, I am seriously bothered about this latest demonstration of hypocrisy. I feel quite terrible about this; that I’ve betrayed the fundamental metaphysical values I’ve been perusing. Worse still, I don’t know where to draw the line anymore.
For the moment, I’m seeking relief in Vicoden-shaped intervals. Between these and the turkey dinner Mary made tonight, I am praying for a good night’s sleep,and a little bit of enlightenment.
p.s.: I can’t even begin to express my gratitude for Mary’s help today.
