“Ah, yes…
Another episode in the soap opera, ‘Days Of Our Lives…’
‘Tell me, doctor – is she going to live?'”
“Ah, yes…
Another episode in the soap opera, ‘Days Of Our Lives…’
‘Tell me, doctor – is she going to live?'”
“Of injuries, what can be said?”
“The sun is out for a moment, basking my left shoulder, neck, and face with its healing rays – penetrating to wounds with its forgiveness.”
“Someday, we may speak privately.
I have no desire to be public except to use this as a means to stay in contact with you.”
“Are we both so fragile that we need each other’s presence kept at a safe distance?
What happened to the bravery that has carried us so far to this point?
Barely holding on, I think.
We are still barely holding on.
And the lie is that we are better off, more protected if we stay in our own known quadtants – rather than leaping to risk and allowing ourselves to make a mess of it all for creating a new and better shared existence.
Oh yes, it’s going to take work.
And oh yes, we are going to feel very afraid at times and disiriented.
But we’d have each other – do you hear me clearly?
We’d have each other to build trust with and learn how we can rely on each other in true partnership.”
“At least I have a chance to make it home – if I can stay ahead of the pain.
Not sure about school this week, though.”
“When I was in the E.R. in pain and frightened, I just told the universe my reason for livimg was to see you again.
That’s when I felt all of those healing hands – which strangely seemed unrelated and felt like a coincidence in timing.”
“I beat back upon the pain last night to early morning hours from so many angles, and ot finally backed off so I could sleep around 4 or 5am.
The head impact compression distributed into flanged and twisted head and neck bone attachments down into right shoulder deep imbedment, as well as brain swelling inflammation was hard to counteract without ice or medication.
OMG – everything was swollen and not happy!”
“If there is none inherent, I shall fashion sanity from madness for us.”
I will bind my pain to yours and
Pull you to the other side with it
That we have suffered
And survived suffering
And continue surviving?
My love for you softens me
But the pain contort-bends
Is full of molten screaming
No mortal may survive in it
Proving therefore of divinity
“I just cannot handle additional levels of pain to the load that I’ve already been carrying..”
“My mind keeps saying that I’m dying…”
One night, she delayed her shower and entered the darklit dream world earlier than usual in a desperate attempt to flee the concussion’s pain.
Yet because she was ahead of schedule, as she came upon the veil’s wall that she usually tried to nightly climb in hopes of catching glimpses of him wherever he could be, she came upon his ladder – still leaning against the wall on her side from where he had crossed over to watch her from a closer distance.
“Day 2 after shower/tub wall head crunch = thoracic and head severe muscle torsion pain hits.
Tomorrow’s gonna be worse – and this week’s likely gonna be hard.
‘BEE-YATCH!'”
Oh night time spirit of Elden white
Blessing revealed in bright sunlight
Wherefore have gone without a kiss?
Your courage my boon sorely missed
She had not thought of the consequences to herself for bracing against the incoming car’s impact – only that she was in a split second outraged and defiant in her refusal to let the man’s short-sightedness use her and her vehicle as inadvertent means to harm anyone around her.
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(Title is also the name of a Depeche Mode album)
The night shirt that she sometimes wore shaped her chest as in Greecian times, puffed out below, and then cinched inward at her wauit in a kind of elegant flump.
She could not help but tease to him that she looked as graceful as a black flan – or perhaps a wrinkly-lined fig fruit- knowing that the images thereby imprinted upon his mind were like playful record scratches.”
“I’m so tired…so very, very tired.”
“Still alive – and back to retraining…’knock on wood.'”
“Something about survival -?”
“My crystal necklace that has been missing for awhile suddenly pops out of the suitcase when I pull out a leather bag that I had thought was empty!”
“Slippery floor and hospital visit…
I should have gone to that concert instead of trying to rest and recover -?”
“Little sleep, but unlike the homeless also at the hospital for help, I have showered and can still mask my own ‘insanity.'”
“They must have worked -!
A higher ranking rare and bizarre experience than I have ever had before.
Thank you for your blessings, oh ‘ghosts’ of the ER!”
“Confirmation of life.”
(Can I have some joy and pleasure, please?)
“I shall live.”
Headphones
Fall…
Get back up…
“My life is offici!lly a soap opera.”
“Suddenly feelimg pressure from many hands on my legs and hovering over me as if checking and reading me while crowding once the nurses left was freaking me out, cascading shock reaction until I took off the neck collar and relieved tension pressure from too much traction on my brain.
Weee…never had that happen before.
And here comes more pain.”
“I get a new tour.”
“Fallimg as I leaned forward in the unfamiliar tub, quickly grasping without purchase to catch myself – forehead smacking hard against the (luckily) flexing wall just before my hands landed on the bottom of the tub, causing a double jar-wrench right at the left neck locked up injury compression.
‘FU**!’ I cried out…then turned off the water so that the neighbors would know that I was alive and not feel compelled to call the fire department.
The optimist in me says, ‘Well…I’m working with the right people, so maybe this could somehow have knocked the site loose as a blessing, and they’ll help me inyegrate it.’
But the throbbing pain from there up into the left 9f my head around eye socket desires to just cut loose screaming and further cussing.
Oh yeah – and now that side if my face is throb-twitching…so fuuuuunnnnnn.”