My favorite passage from Josh Kilmer-Purcell's I Am Not Myself These Days in on page 115 when he is anticipating his mother's arrival:
"Even though we had prepared for weeks, the morning of my mother's arrival in New York City registers an eight on my personal anxiety Richter scale. Like a death-row inmate, I could deal with impending doom in the abstract. But getting strapped down to the chair while knowing the executioner was on a plane speeding toward me this very instant is nearly enough to make me call for a priest."
Ha! Okay, no issues there.
2 comments:
That quotation really hit a nerve. Although the circumstances are different, I visited my mom in the nursing home today – was anxious before the visit and had a mini- anxiety attack afterward. These visits are rough.
I should read the book. I need some humour – and I like those other authors, too.
Oh Beth, that does sound rough. I'm so sorry.
Authors like these shed a smidge of humor on an otherwise not-so-funny subject.
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