One last call for the fall

Here's the last post on Collapse '07: America Passes Out. I'm going back to my normal life and only revisiting this subject when events dictate, such as the likely moment when an alien baby springs from my head to start the invasion. I'll bet you're hoping you're around when THAT happens! Also, I may need you to write the post about that for me, since I'll likely have a really bad headache. At least.

So besides the emotions of worry, boredom and dizziness (are those all emotions?), I've felt an incredible gratitude this past week. I've realized how extraordinarily lucky I am in my family and friends. My parents drove six hours to spend the week with me, a ton of friends came by to visit in spite of me insisting that it wasn't a big deal, and two friends took a day off of work to keep me company in the ICU, exposing themselves to the unfortunate excretions of my roommate. I've gotten tons of well-wishing emails, comments and text messages, and every one of them has meant a great deal to me.

It's made me look back on my life and wonder if I was kind and attentive enough to the people I've known that have been through similar situations; if I've made those quick trips to the hospital or brought by some flowers or candy. If I haven't been good enough in the past, I will be in the future. Because I know how much it means and how great it can feel, even if you're in the hospital for something relatively small. To all of you who've said anything in the last week: thank you. It's been huge for me.

So let's talk about music and junk again, huh?