Four years ago today,

I sort of took a short vaca,

No plans were made,

No bags were packed,

No airplanes trains or buses used,

Though an ambulance I didn’t lack,

I remember nothing of that day,

But have been told a great deal,

I must have eaten, of sugar, a BIG assed meal…

Am I now the worse for wear,

For a while I couldn’t walk anywhere,

Driving as well was a non-issue,

My life sucked, but at the time I didn’t care,

But before you get all sniffly and pull out a tissue,

Realize that I came back supposedly from the dead,

And here I sit and write about the experience,

Though I have no memory or a clue,

My brain from that day & the next eight, mostly dead…