Sunday, April 22, 2012
Image/ Alex Stoddard
It didn't make any difference to me what the image would be. I knew that I was going to write this anyway. I had my own prompt to deal with. Fate and synchronicity dance along their own paths, and wasn't I the foolish one to forget about the doppelganger who tiptoes through my life.
A concussion is an odd circumstance. It doesn't necessarily show up on a Cat Scan. Because I couldn't really be trusted to remember details, I was handed a sheet of pink paper when I was dismissed from the hospital, that listed symptoms that would ring a bell if I had a concussion.
Ding-a-ling...nausea, blurring of vision, vertigo, forgetfulness, pain in head,(as opposed to just plain headache). And so sleepy...Bingo!
Okay...let's go back a bit. I fell out of bed and got a severe injury. Well, not exactly fell, this sleepwalker must have been running from something monstrous, or perhaps running to open a door to...what?
The physical world disowned my somnambulistic mind. The physical world bruised both knees, my right elbow, my forehead, and slammed my right temple and cheekbone, (still nips a bit when I chomp down).
It was a terrible pain, and Milo, the cat, joined me in crying. I had the presence of mind to gather my stuff, call for an ambulance and get admitted to the hospital at 1:00 AM.
Cat scan and pink slip allowed me to go home at 6:00 AM. Five days later I went back to emergency when the world was still tipping at a weird angle. Another Cat Scan, and my descriptive powers proved that I had a concussion. They emphasized that I not do anything strenuous. Cancelled my high wire act. Doing things like molasses now. Plan to be my old self again. Will I never learn?
And now Tess presents this picture for Magpie Tales. Just the state I've been living in for the last 2 weeks. Why am I surprised by this coincidence?
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