Watched Mission Impossible 3 last night. Decent movie, if one is willing to accept that the MI movies are basically 2 hours of movie tropes strung together (which I was), and it's a fun ride.
Till the end. Ethan Hunt delivers a big jolt of electricity to himself to deactivate some doober that was implanted in his head before it kills him. The electricity stops his heart. His wife starts CPR (totally unrealistic representation of it, obviously, but moving on...)
Since it was so unreal I was pretty much OK with it, until I was alone and then...wow. "Flash back" to September 28 in the ER at DeKalb, when they were doing CPR on Kevin.
Needless to say, it wasn't a good night for me...and today I'm even more scattered than I have usually been lately.
So. End of whine for now, I suppose, except to say that this just pervades every aspect of my life right now. I'm sure it will for a VERY long time...but it sucks to realize that even when I try to get away for a few hours and enjoy myself, even that can (and will) have repercussions and pound me when I'm not expecting it.
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Saw this pic and I HAD TO post it here for Tom, just in case he didn't see it elsewhere. Hope this brightens your day a bit, buddy - an...
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Well, so to speak. I'm back to work (week 2!) and, due to some things around home that need attending, Kev stayed home this week. So, ...
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I realized last night that I'm getting just a teeny little taste of what the people deployed to Iraq have to be feeling. For some reaso...
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