Before Hydrocordone

Posted on February 18, 2004 in Medications Neighborhood

In fifteen minutes, I am leaving for Tustin where I shall have it done. When I woke up this morning, I heard a truck rolling by on Santiago Canyon Road. The word “roar” did not fit the noise: I imagined an emptiness surrounded by a glowing black fringe expanding out from the diesel engine and evaporating somewhere behind my ear.

Mark that as the last creative turns of phrase that I can manage for the next few days. I shall attempt to report on the surgery when it is finished. I may be fuzzy. Hydrocordone blurs the mind and upsets the stomach.