The Time Warp Again
Part of getting older is the joy and wonder of physically falling apart. An increasingly common occurrence, I had a brain splitting headache this past week. It was one of those that necessitated the use of a sick day… or in this case two sick days.
When I get knocked out of commission like that, my state of mind is going to be altered. It’s bad enough when my head is exploding with pain, but coming out of that state is when the real mindfuck begins.
It was like my brain was a wet sponge being squeezed, and all the liquid memory started to percolate. Once the squeezing finally stopped, I still had to put the memories back in place and in the right order. Along the way I realized a lot more time had passed since my last introspective, and so many changes have occurred. The horrors I re-experienced were not just bad dreams; they were the realities I once lived through all over again.
And now it’s mostly over. I can finally go back to my routine. Only a touch of tension to remind me that I had not been well. I’m left with a mild sense of uneasiness that the world I live in is a very different place than it used to be…
But I can’t worry about that now. Too much work to catch up. Too many other things to worry about. Too little time.