Jerry Lee Lewis is on the Ceiling

Or, Notes From The Field: Hospital Edition

Jerry Lee Lewis was on the ceiling yesterday.

Now, I didn’t personally see him, nor did I see the two wolves that were ‘carnally involved’ or the boy stealing ice cream cones, but I did hear all about them. There were bottles on the floor and antelope running across the wall. Floating letters and waterfalls. Two fat men kissing in a tree.

That was yesterday.

Today, when I asked if he was still seeing things, he said, disappointed, “No.” He then went on to explain why he wasn’t: It was because yesterday was full of todays. Duh. Why didn’t I think of that?

I’ve never wanted to write about my life in any real sort of way. For me, inspiration usually comes in the form of aliens or witches or bank robberies - not my own personal comedies and tragedies. Not that I don’t draw from my experiences at all, I do, but it’s more for when I’m creating characters or filling in details.

But. This time is different.

I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because this time there are hospital beds that are actually cars and they’re taking us all to the movies. There are nurses named Nannette that are singing French songs. There’s a kid outside of the window in ICU doing backflips.

Or maybe it’s just because everything feels so important right now and I want to memorialize it. Or maybe I just want to try and understand what’s happening better.

We’ll see how it goes but I have to admit I’m nervous. What if this is a bad idea? What if I waste time? What if I can’t do it? I have to remind myself that I’ll never find out unless I let myself try.

So, here we go. Gonna write something personal.

But with zombies.