I think I might be petrifying.
I have more and growing kidney stones, gallstones, calcified granuloma in my lungs, appendicoliths in my “normal appendix” which I thought had been removed when it ruptured in 2013 (the amazing part of the Day Amazer title ), pelvic phleboliths, and calcifications of the abdominal aorta and its major branches, or so my recent x-rays and CT scans document. Clearly I am calcifying, but petrifying?
You scoff, but just check out these definitions from Google:
TO CALCIFY: harden by deposition of or conversion into calcium carbonate or some other insoluble calcium compounds
TO PETRIFY: change (organic matter) into a stony concretion by encrusting or replacing its original substance with a calcareous, siliceous, or other mineral deposit. Synonyms: ossified, fossilized, calcified
Need I say more?
If i’m right and we are all turning to stone, then we can stop worrying about preserving our remains. No more looking for the best peat bog, cloner, cryogenics lab, mummy maker, or taxidermist. Instead, we can think yoga and assume a pose or posture useful for a stony (stoned?) hereafter, e.g. as a lamp or table base, a cello holder, an all-purpose scarecrow, an art class model…. (Enough, Luis!) The good news is that we can think about all the possibiities AND how not to be called a fossil at the same time.
To sum it all up: if kidney stones weighed a lot, I’d be a lot thinner now.
It’s been a long and icy winter, folks.