Tick-Tock, Tick---Tock

It seems possible I am about to document my own death in advance.  It would be fitting, I have documented the deaths of so many thousands of people in advance.
 
I have been pretty lucky all my life about these close calls.  Bullets miss, I hear them buzz, but bullets miss.
 
This heart of mine wasn't supposed to have taken me this far, and it has been fluttering about a bit for the last several hours, enough to make me a little woozy; and I know from my times in the hospital when hooked up to monitoring devices that smaller bumps than I am experiencing now would have brought the night nurse in a hurry.  It's like I am a bad basketball player and I am dribbling my heart down the court with no skill.
 
That said, we are now from five to three days away from the great West Coast disaster.  Damn, I hope I am alive for it.  I have been tracking it for over 40 days now; it would be like dying while making love, and after would be more kind than before.