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This is a marvelous image from one of my old-time favorite films by Stephen King called “The Langoliers.” It’s a strange yet believable story about a plane full of passengers who go through a rip in the fabric of time and are thrust into the past. Anyone who was awake when they went through the rip vanished to… who knows where? The problem for the survivors is that the past fades over time, speeding up the older it gets, or the more time passes.
Added to this are “The Langoliers” the gobblers of old-time who clean away the after images of time. Which of course means our heroes and bad guys have to be sorted out and away before they arrive. Since I love a weird explanation for things this film really interested me at the time.
Which brings me to today. Since the middle of the week when I spent the day visiting my doctor I’ve had a wee problem, and I haven’t touched the scotch! To backtrack slightly. I’m no longer in the habit of long days and on the way home fell asleep in the car. No problem. Apart from the obvious fact that cars are the most uncomfortable places for a nap I’ve yet to find. I woke up with not only my back and neck screaming at me but every joint in my body. I have no idea what I did but I certainly ticked off my body.
We have no idea why the trip home took an extra two hours. There were no accidents but the traffic stopped and crawled along and I tried to minimise the groans, after all what good would it do? We had to get home.
Since then I’ve been cossetted and looked after extremely well by my wonderful nurse and hubby. I’ve written my blogs when I’ve been awake and I’ve slept in fits and starts. The starts were accompanied by fits of excruciating pain. It’s not new and I could say I was used to it, but you don’t really get used to sudden onset pain.
Even that isn’t the problem, only the reason for it. Sleeping in irregular patterns and in fits and starts totally stuffs up the mind-body relationship. Consequently, since Wednesday I haven’t known what day of the week it was. This may not seem like a problem but when you need to arrange things or try to do things it is an issue.
So Thursday became Friday and today became Saturday. It didn’t matter that I was told repeatedly what day it was, I would forget immediately and have to be reminded again. This is frustrating to someone who is manically organised.
So this, my dear followers is it. I don’t know which day it is or if it will be Sunday or Monday tomorrow. I hope this fog lifts soon as I have some nasty meds to start on Monday so if I can steal an extra day from the Langoliers I’ll be very happy.
Until then, Live in the Moment and enjoy each one because once they’re gone, those Langoliers will come munching them up for ever. Wish me luck, getting back through the rip in time.
Ciao, Susan x
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Crikey Susan, you look after yourself will you? I retweeted your post btw. Now get back to bed.
Cheers
Laurie.
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Thanks Laurie!
I’ll do my best, looking after her.
Cheers, Ray
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Good on you Ray.
Cheers
Laurie.
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Yes sir, I think you might outrank me, but what the hell I never believed RHIP. 😮😈😇
You get well too, perhaps follow your sagacious advice? Hmm.
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Good to see you conscious! Yeah I give great advice, actually took it this time 🙂 Good old RHIP, haven’t heard that in a while. So enjoy your day and rest.
A cheery good morning from
Laurie.
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This is actually a common challenge for people seeking wellness. The car rides to and from our caregivers are often debilitating. Traffic sucks the life out of “healthy” persons! Makes me think about the days when the doctors came to the homes of the sick to attend to them, which of course I’ve only read about in novels… (And your heart knows what day it is… Your heart is shaping time to mend your body… Our hearts are always making house calls to visit our minds!)
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I remember Mum talking about doctors visits as a regular thing. Then it became after hours or emergency, but now even that’s hard to find. Many thanks for your kind words. I keep telling myself each trip is one less I’ll have to make. This time warp issue is new and one I hope doesn’t return once its gone. At least it will make for interesting reading. 😊
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We were thrown a curve ball, especially Susan, with this challenge. However, she is a great player of spin. The game is not cricket and there never has been a ‘DRS’. It would be a very brave (or foolhardy) umpire to try to tell Susan she is ‘out’ of the game.
She gets Reiki, Tonglen and lots of TLC, in addition to everything the medicos prescribe for her, and I can tell from these comments, much love and best wishes from you folks. Thank you so very, very much…!
Cheers, Ray
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