I wish I hadn't sat down. I cannot move, my limbs are so stiff. Not quite so achy, just non responsive to my wishes.
And my calves?
I have found a new part of the body to throb in interesting ways.
My brain hurts as well.
Hands move one way, feet another and the rest of the body just melts into a confused heap as suddenly right and left have become backwards and up is in some other dimension in space time.
We won't talk about the visions in the mirror I tried not to see. Parts of me were moving in several directions at once, and none of them were under my control.
Why is it so hard?
And yet so much fun.
I want to jump up and down and shout "Again, again," but my limbs just hang off the edge of the sofa and I haven't the energy to fall onto the floor.
I suppose it didn't help that I was back at work today. (No more holiday for me.) And my body had forgotten just how much I have to run about and lug things from one place to another.
After sitting down, I made a move to get up and staggered, bent over like some old crone without a stick, to the other side of the room, and they asked me what was wrong.
Well I haven't done a thing for a week so I shouldn't complain too much, and I probably need to eat more fish, and stop throwing myself about like a mad woman. It is a trait of mine.
And last week I did spend a whole day on the sofa with my head deep in the pages of Red Country by Joe Abercrombie. I am so sorry the book only lasted a day. I laughed as I recognised an old friend from a previous book of his, whom I wasn't entirely sure was dead! Sorry Spoilers!
I need to get my own creativity going again, I'm sure there is a poem in here somewhere, or a tale or two, and not just forays into Bollywood Dance Land.
Well I need time to prepare myself to move, and my eyelids are as heavy as the rest of me, so I will sign off now, and in an hour, or maybe two! shall leave this seat and step by single step, drag myself to bed.
Thank you for reading sister!
xx
