Of Morbidity and Mortality…
Been on vacation for a week. Feeling rested and refreshed and ready to head back to the merry mine.
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In Alex’s mind, it was odd to think that with all the heavy coughing and oozy sniffling going around the lab two weeks prior to his leaving for vacation that he hadn’t contracted whatever it was that people were catching and so earnestly giving away. One had the flu, two others were struck with pneumonia. But mostly it was the common cold that had jumped from person to person to person. “The plague,” as he came to refer to it in jest, had even crossed boundaries into other departments. Save for a mild cough induced by dust, Alex was unaffected by the spread misery generating illness. He rather liked it that way.
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Heathcliff’s death came as a jolt of electricity to many. Isabel likened the late Mr. Ledger to Alex in that they were both twenty-eight, were both insomniacs and were both dependant on meds to function. She worried for her son’s health often. This both comforted and annoyed Alex. 'Perhaps I really am just an ungrateful brat.'
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He thought to a time, seven years or so since, when his own life was almost brought to most abrupt end. ‘Funny how tragedy can often set off the ripple that leads to the most positive change.’ he mused. ‘I’m more of a recovering junkie than a Heath Ledger,’ his thinker carried on. ‘Either way, I plan to live forever!’
-Lex
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In Alex’s mind, it was odd to think that with all the heavy coughing and oozy sniffling going around the lab two weeks prior to his leaving for vacation that he hadn’t contracted whatever it was that people were catching and so earnestly giving away. One had the flu, two others were struck with pneumonia. But mostly it was the common cold that had jumped from person to person to person. “The plague,” as he came to refer to it in jest, had even crossed boundaries into other departments. Save for a mild cough induced by dust, Alex was unaffected by the spread misery generating illness. He rather liked it that way.
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Heathcliff’s death came as a jolt of electricity to many. Isabel likened the late Mr. Ledger to Alex in that they were both twenty-eight, were both insomniacs and were both dependant on meds to function. She worried for her son’s health often. This both comforted and annoyed Alex. 'Perhaps I really am just an ungrateful brat.'
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He thought to a time, seven years or so since, when his own life was almost brought to most abrupt end. ‘Funny how tragedy can often set off the ripple that leads to the most positive change.’ he mused. ‘I’m more of a recovering junkie than a Heath Ledger,’ his thinker carried on. ‘Either way, I plan to live forever!’
-Lex