There have been many times throughout my years on this planet that I am reminded of morality in stunning, and often very public ways. The time I drove a fork lift off a dock, or when a errant firework nearly hit me in the face, or when I fell out of a tree and missed a steel property marker by literally inches. There are so many more, but I will save them for other blogs. This was a brush with death that may or may not have been close, the important thing is at the time I was convinced I was going to die. The incident in question took place shortly into my marriage with kaje. We were both violently ill with something that was a lot like the flue, but also came with richter worthy headaches and body pain. So bad in fact that I took medicine, this rarely happens willingly in my life. I took two, thinking they were more or less the same as ibuprofen, and for awhile felt better. A few hours passed and I the pain started again, so I took 2 more. This process repeated 2 more times until had taken 8 pills in about 6 hours. I would've taken more but I started to feel.... interesting. It seemed to me that the colors in the room were getting brighter and I was convinced the guys upstairs were playing techno because of the pounding in my ears. I shook Kaje awake so she could listen to the sound, and ask if she was having the same problems. Turns out she was quite startled by how wide my eyes and pupils were, the fact that I was by all accounts vibrating, and my mouth kept dropping open. What most of you already know is that the bottle says quite clearly not to excede 2, yes 2, pills in a twenty four hour period. I took 8 in 6.