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Heartburn and chemistry and lung disease
Aug. 27th, 2006 09:58 pmMy heart is racing tonight. Literally, I mean -- I feel dizzy and choky with it. And it's happened before, but usually only for a minute or two at a time, my heart pounds and then it stops pounding and my body remembers what it feels like when my heartbeat is normal, and I can't remember that awful constricted panicky feeling any more, until the next time it happens. Tonight, though, it's been racing for about three hours so far, and the tips of my fingers are feeling tired as I type this.
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It's the weekend before the first anniversary of Katrina, a little before the first anniversary of Rita. I spent the weekend, that part I was not toiling away on my little retail planet, obsessively looking over websites, learning how much the landscape, the economic profile, the heart of South Louisiana has changed during that time. Reminding myself what it's like there now.
I was talking to a friend on the phone recently, about going back to New Orleans for the Phoenix Rising con, and she asked me if I was ready to go back and see everything in person, if a social occasion was the right time to take it all in; she knows me well enough to know that I need time to process things -- especially upsetting things -- on my own before taking them up with others. I told her that I was ready. I thought I was. But looking at the stories this weekend, in The Times-Picayune and the Times -- and everywhere else, too -- I don't know, any more, and even the thought of not being able to take a taxi and eat at Dooky Chase (you couldn't-used-to drive there, man, couldn't-used-to walk there), well.
This has been a stressful weekend. Maybe that's why my heart is racing.
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Also, after two months of radio silence, I have two job interviews next week. Wish me luck!
:::
It's the weekend before the first anniversary of Katrina, a little before the first anniversary of Rita. I spent the weekend, that part I was not toiling away on my little retail planet, obsessively looking over websites, learning how much the landscape, the economic profile, the heart of South Louisiana has changed during that time. Reminding myself what it's like there now.
I was talking to a friend on the phone recently, about going back to New Orleans for the Phoenix Rising con, and she asked me if I was ready to go back and see everything in person, if a social occasion was the right time to take it all in; she knows me well enough to know that I need time to process things -- especially upsetting things -- on my own before taking them up with others. I told her that I was ready. I thought I was. But looking at the stories this weekend, in The Times-Picayune and the Times -- and everywhere else, too -- I don't know, any more, and even the thought of not being able to take a taxi and eat at Dooky Chase (you couldn't-used-to drive there, man, couldn't-used-to walk there), well.
This has been a stressful weekend. Maybe that's why my heart is racing.
:::
Also, after two months of radio silence, I have two job interviews next week. Wish me luck!
