I woke up understated
Isabelle Dinoire
took drugs to forget bad week
fell, her face was gone
posted by greg @ 4:52 PM
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Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Isabelle Dinoire
took drugs to forget bad week
fell, her face was gone
9 Comments:
greg, is she the one who got the face transplant? that whole story gives me the willies, so i haven't been keeping close watch
wow, gregggg, super pic.
(nashville, tn: 44 degrees, winds out of the southeast at 5 mph, humidity 25%)
yeah, me too.
she lost her face because her dog mauled her in order to wake her up after she had taken a bunch of sleeping pills to kill herself. dog saves woman and is rewarded by being put to sleep.
I guess they say that a dog who has had blood has "gone rogue" or something like that.
I'm not saying for sure either way, but I doubt I'd keep the dog who ate my face. Jesus. What a weird thing to type.
ok so this isn't against dog or woman but this is what I read.
Ms. Dinoire described how she awoke to discover her black Labrador chewed off the lower part of her face while she was unconcious from taking sleeping pills last May.
Ms. Dinoire, "When I woke up I tried to light a cigarette and couldn't understand why it wouldn't stay between my lips." "That's when I saw the pool of blood and the dog beside it."
Sorry no report on the dog.
They replaced her god damn face!!!
She's living with someone elses face stiched onto her skull.
And I thought the Pluto probe was amazing.
I love postmodernity, don't you?
ps I really don't think my haiku did the story any justice. Feel free to take a shot.
well, shit, Greg, I think it was fine, but...well, I'm creeped out about:
She didn't know til
her cigarette fell from where
her lips had once been.
That story's pretty ripe for possibilities.
nicely done.
hello greg and friends,
it's funny (haha) because i also wrote about about mme dinoire and then stumbled upon yours whilst doing my research. are you interested? though i must warn, it's not a haiku.
sincerely, lisa f.
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