I was a man desperately in need of a metaphor or a simile. Or perhaps a definition of which is which?

I tried all variations of falling boots, and life’s similarities to various roads large and small. I even looked into the weight baring nature of ungulates. But in the end I went with a pop culture/architecture reference, because I occasionally like to be true to my nature.

The house in question is the Garcia House, Built in the ’60s by late California architect John Lautner.

In the 80s masterpiece Lethal Weapon Zwei the house is being used by the South African Consulate to launder cash. After the corrupt Ambassador has his secretary and love interest of Sargent Riggs (Mel Gibson) killed, Riggs becomes hell bent on revenge, starting out by killing a house.

Now that we are all caught up with the background for the metaphor let’s carry on. I’m the house, the delicate legs are my support, and Mel Gibson is life.

The support system propping up my life are really that narrow and inadequate looking, and unfortunately unlike the house I am not firmly anchored into the rock of hillside behind. So when those supports at the front go I am 100% sliding into the ravine.

Last year when my father died I could feel Mel Gibson wrapping those big arse chains around the base of those legs. Now as I wait for news about the x from the hospital and if they can get her heart rate back under control with drugs, or if she needs surgery, it feels like I can hear the truck engine revving as it gets ready to pull on those chains.

I’m scared to death at the thought of having anyone else removed from my life prematurely, but the idea of it happening to my last remaining support adds a level of anxiety I’m not designed for. I’m currently ill with worry about the whole thing. Everything from not wanting to lose someone who was a big part of my life, to selfish stuff like being a coward about telling the kids if it goes wrong, and a 100 other scenarios in between.

My emergency box of Valium is getting a hell of workout at the moment, and it’s not doing a damn thing.