Do you ever
get the feeling that the soles of your shoes are sprung lead platforms; the
bass notes, from each drudge-like clomping step, resonating through the apparently
hollow tubes that connect each ankle to the knee bone. Forgot to add the feeling
that the tube walls themselves are composed of compressed felt, specially
treated to retain an aching bruised sensation. Each several yards travelled
feels like a half marathon. To be quite honest though, those are not my best
days, and as for the worst days even those several yards would be well nigh
impossible!
At other
times there are the joyous shattered sleep deprived nights, frequently starting
with a disconcerting and discomforting acute ache in the upper arm, armpit and
elbow, or fitful muscular spasms in the lower limbs, a generalized sense of
disorientation swiftly takes over. A complete nauseating distraction from the
sleep intention seems itself incapable of distraction; sore throat, nausea,
tenderness of lymph nodes, and a refreshing of one’s IBS symptoms are just
about par for these wee small hours disturbances.
It always
seems quite ridiculous that the more one requires refreshing sleep, the more
difficult it is to attain. Neither striving nor yielding seems to result in the
anticipated balm!
Ailments aside, I feel truly blessed in the warmth of my
relationship with Helen, my beloved OH, and constantly wallow in (and yearn for)
her presence. Although I can no longer cope with cinema, theatre, jazz club or
concert going, I still have, and revel in, the opportunity via sundry
technologies to enjoy music, film and concerts. This enjoyment is always
enhanced when the experience is shared with ma belle!
At times our garden is so full of avian activity that it is
a privilege quite simply to be sat in my armchair observing all their comings
and goings. Come to think of it, I am truly blessed and surprisingly content
much of the time!
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