Tuesday, December 24, 2002 I was bored. :shrug: So...Uhm. Tell me how you like it, or what you don't. :points: That's what the Tag-board is for you know..:.Uniquely maladjusted... But fun.:. 1:15 AM This is ridiculous. I hate being ill. I always miss out on the most exciting things. Granted those are general statements, but I'm in a general mood right now. Generally speaking, this is not my idea of fun. Of course, I could be at school, sitting at my desk and playing my selection of CDs. Or organizing my closet and getting rid of the clothes I don't wear or the ones that won't fit. Or...my homework even. Of course, I like most of my subjects (otherwise I wouldn't have chosen them) so that wouldn't be to hard a trial. I could be reading up on the subjects now. If I could concentrate on the studies. So I'm in this strange bed, in a strange place, staring at a strange ceiling. The window is open a little so the air can circulate some. It's a fairly warm day, the sun's shining brightly and when I turn my head I can see the huge fluffy clouds. There are trees, flowers and green, green grass. My feet hurt so much...I wish I was outside, walking barefoot with green stains on brown feet. Or sitting, a dandelion sticking up from between my toes, face turned up to the sky and watching the clouds form pictures. I hear laughter. And splashing. A shriek or mock-outrage and a few catcalls. They're in the pool. It makes me wish I'd learned to swim. That makes me sound teminal. I'll be better. Eventually. Of course I will. I hate this! I'm so weak I can barely cross the room by myself. I can make it to the bathroom, but I have to sit down for ten minutes afterward. I can't stand for showers anymore, so it's baths or using the attachment while lying or sitting against the wall. I need help getting up or down stairs. The doctors have told me that I'll need to use a wheelchair until I get my strength up. My hands shake when I try to lift my fork or a pen. I can't concentrate properly on typed or written things. My vision blurs. These headaches keep getting worse... And they aren't letting me do anything about it. Oh, sure...I have medication. Lots of it. Pills, fluids, gells, more pills - it's awful. But I'm not allowed to try and exercise. I'm pretty much contained to this small room. I've tried a few simple things, but the doctors came rushing in a few moments after I fell from the handle sets around the room (Long metal bars set around the room and the bathroom. I use those to shuffle my self around.). They seemed to think that was the worst thing to do! Lecture after lecture about their hard work...I had one of my friends sneak in earlier to open the curtains and window - otherwise it would be silence and darkness. Not bad things, really; but I've rested enough! I need to get up and do something... Something. Something like...going downstairs and sitting by the pool. I'd like that. Or sitting in the grass. Barefoot. With dandelions between my toes. The wheelchair is over by the bathroom. I can get that far. My hands will shake, but if I hold tightly to the wheels it won't be so bad. And I can get to the elevator. I know where that is. There's a door not to far away. Yes. I can do this. I smile and push the covers away. .:.Uniquely maladjusted... But fun.:. 1:12 AM |
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