“Or strained brain injury?”
Category: Altered States
Adjustments
“Having to learn new patterns.”
(I Just Might – Bruno Mars)
Post-Move Swelling
“It concerns me that my larger rings are tighter.”
Self Repair
“Is my phone like me?
A little janky now, but still tickin’?”
Going Black
And then, her phone launched into the hot and steamy bath water.
When We Next Meet
My Love, there is no way that I am gonna hate you…
It’s anothr.chance for us to meet!”
Lava Monster
“My floors are now all gray – instead of the warm brown of wood striping.
So I find myself drawn to red decorations – with a goldish type of amber chetoyancy.”
Levels Beyond Tolerances
“Speaking about exhaustion’s pain, now, is beyond ridiculous.”
Ready
“Or Not.”
Collective Soul
“I guess that I had wondered about what it would feel like to be part of ‘community…'”
Degrees Of Separation
“I no longer have a yard to just let my dogs out into, nor do I get to see my plants easily.”
And Now,
“I am some place new, thrust out of my valued routines and into new elements.”
For A Minute
“I just need to lie down some more.”
Hey,
“What’s Good is Good.”
Abstract Humor
“A sign read, ‘Mental Health And Jesus.’
I couldn’t help internally busting-out laughing at the myriad of implicated applications.”
“I’m Ok”
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“‘Red In The Blue'”
Hon,
Why would you want me when I have become so broken, now?
Scattered Pieces
“Slowly sifting through what I can see around me to gather essentials, repair a little while regaining bearings, and then launching to retraining.”
The Last Hurrah!
As she at last loaded the final bag full of garbage and got it held down by old shelving into the ttailer, she stepped fully – both feet with a glorious, oockie-murked splashing – into the midnight-hidden thick puddle of storm water.
Trying To Get Up
“Aaaaaaaaauuugggghhh….
Char-ley Hor-sessssss!!!”
1 Hour
“Is all I get.”
Finally Out
“I’m hur-ting.”
(It’s A Beautiful Morning – The Rascals)
Where’s My
“COF-FEEE??!!!”
WHI-PISCHHHH!!!
“Get to work you la-cky!”
—
(Oh my Go* – the move that still won’t end even though I need to get to work and then get to retraining and got further behind becauss it stormed last night after my moving support finally arrived and so they couod only help me transport and set up the heavy garden fencing…)
Negativity
“I can’t afford the slide from slippage.”
Injury Management
“Tracking time, waiting for when help can come for final moving.”
Fighting Inner Demons
Challenge Level
Glass shattered desk drop off and stormy, wind blowing gusts in rainy weather.
“Come onnnnn…
It’s my last day to move my stuff out on my own, tod-aaayyyy!”
Ambling With The Trundles
“I am usually of the later day-into-evening crowd.
But apparently, these are ‘my people?'”
(Morning browsing with the eager elders)
“Good Will”
“It has just been announced that I am officially a ‘senior’ – and as recompense reward, I qualify for 10% off today!
Eh, Sonny?
Bring me my caaaaaannnee!”
“Around The Bend”
Ending As We Began
“But now, only four of us sleep this last night in front of the warm fire light.
—
(Reference to one of this blog’s posted origin spoken word poems)
All-Nighter
Pack and clean.
Repeat.
My Aim
“In coordination is getting better.”
I Almost Let Go Of My Tiger
“But I knew that it was neither of our faults what stress had brought upon me.
It seemed, as well, that I had developed a type of phobia.
I was afraid to let him touch ground outside of his cattery.
The longterm pressures of the potential danger of the unknown reactions of the other dogs, and the insane amount of mess in layers that their cohabitance had created, had disrupted and arrested my recovery’s development.
I lamented to my youngest about needing to give him up because I needed to reclaim my rightful rule of the upper levels where music papers, plants, and crystals were desired to be my vices.
And then, while I was shadowed by phone call – and even with sense of malaise still pervading – I suddenly released him.
And he spritely popped out with his jaunty positivity – and then ran around joyfully, audaciously reclaiming every memory as he inspected what remained of our former domecility.
The now layers of muddy paw and shoe prints still everywhere waiting to be mopped a final time….
The echoes in a near-emptied building – yet still warmed by the cheerfully-flickering fireplace, around which the four of us had gathered in solidarity to support our beloved blue girl as she was leaving.
My heartbeat…
Our rhythm…
Began to thrum again…
Despite the lack of thaw as winter’s frost upon my soul retains its clinging.
It’s Been
A Day…
Just Hold…
“Is that what I’m supposed to do?
Just keep holding ground…
No matter the slippage?”
(Take It Easy – Eagles)
“Bedroom View”
And Then,
It began to rain…
80’s Goth Club Dancing
Raw
“It’s a harsh experience to be used up, taken for granted, and left to flounder without resources.”
Since I Was Sick,
“There is an extreme zone of dizzyness activated when I turn my neck a certain way.”
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