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Edited on Wed Jun-18-08 02:22 PM by Skidmore
The one you get in the pit of your stomach. Not quite a knot. Not quite nausea. Not quite the jitters. The sweaty palms, stare-at-the-ceiling all night anxiety with fully fledged flights into the land of Whatcouldhappen.
Well, I have had it for the past month.
The primary has been a draining experience, and really will not be finished until August. It's overlap with the general election, now really begun, is unnerving. Set against a backdrop resplendent with disasters, war, and a downward spiralling economy, we all perch on a precipice.
On a personal level, we are living in Waterworld: The Prequel. Unfortunately, the flood zone is not a nicely turned Hollywood plot but a screamer with an unimaginable ending for our region, our state, our family. My husband currently is spending long days trying to pump the Iowa River out of buildings along the river front and back into its channel.
On Friday, I am taking the Greyhound to Chicago because our two year old granddaughter is scheduled for neurolgoical tests. She began having seizures a couple of months ago and an eye exam this week detected asymmetrical pupil dilation. We are hoping that she does not have a problem she cannot outgrow or cannot be treated. We're worried.
The trip to the grocery store today put the final shine on the tension. We purchase conservately and don't buy processed foods. We cannot survive like this indefinitely, and, I daresay, we cannot survive as a nation in this economic climate.
In the meantime, I'll keep the scream clenched firmly behind my teeth and my eyes trained forward, hoping that the nation is there with me in November voting for change. Hoping--yet another feeling.
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