ICEBREAKER: WHAT IS THE WORST PLACE YOU’VE EVER TRIED TO SLEEP?
Upon reflection, I’ve slept in some pretty terrible places: bathtubs, dirty floors, campgrounds, old springy couches, trunk of a car (open, of course) and even in a double bed with a couple who thought I was asleep and “wouldn’t notice” (eww). I can pretty much sleep anywhere. I’d have to say that the worst has always been anywhere I don’t fit – which, at 5’10” is most places.
GOING DEEPER: WHAT IS THE CLOSEST YOU HAVE EVER COME TO DYING?
Literally dying was when I came down with pericarditis after giving birth to my youngest via c-section in 2000. Or maybe when I had the first of a few severe asthma attacks which landed me in the hospital and on my first course of prednisone in 1989. Or when I started to lose my mind only to discover it was out-of-control thyroid disease (Hashimoto’s) in 2011. There have been more than a few occasions, those are just the ones off the top of my head, I’m sure with more reflection I could find more examples. The one thing every close to death experience has done is remind me how grateful I am for the life I have. I don’t take one moment for granted.