Licking LavaPosted: April 3, 2013
Last night I flew freely, soaring like a sea eagle over the lava fields of Hawaii in my dreams. Unfortunately I must have swooped down too close and dragged my tongue through the hot molten ash. Nine days after my first chemo infusion and there has sprung an ulcer party in my mouth and throat. It’s like a really bad party. Crashed and full of drunken, lust fuelled, vulgar teenagers. The police will need to be called! I think I can hear the faint sounds of a wambulance in the distance (he he).
When my family visits Hawaii in a few years to fulfil Mr Cool’s dream of competing in the Ironman World Championships in Kona and we happily travel the islands, I will keep my tongue firmly in my mouth and away from said lava. There will be absolutely no lava licking permitted on the itinerary.
My long love affair with hot of cups of tea has been extinguished. Along with many other things I am guessing. Like many shitty things in life though, it is temporary and will pass.
At least there is great music in our world. Music makes everything alright. Ain’t no mouth ulcers gonna stop me from singing! This is what I write… This is what I write…
This is What I Write, Ainslie Wills.
Large Noises film the bands that blow their minds and give them goosebumps. At the same time.