No energy to talk
No ability to walk
Can’t get in and out of bed by myself
Can’t go to the bathroom on my own
My left leg feels like dead weight
Muscles not responding to instructions from my brain
Physical and occupational therapy sessions four times a day
Painful, grueling, and exhausting
But as they say, “no pain no gain.”
Who the fuck are they?
All I do is eat a little
(No appetite for this hospital food)
Between therapy sessions
Spend most of my time trying to sleep
Lots of weird, strange dreams
Where I’m able bodied
And then I wake up in this place
In the middle of my nightmare
Is it any wonder I’m depressed?
They say they’re sending me home next Friday
For the next phase of my recovery
I’m doing what I can
Fighting through the pain
To be ready for that
In the meantime
No energy to open WordPress
No energy to write
No energy to read, like, or comment.
No energy to thank all of you
Who have wished me well
Wished me a rapid recovery
His Day in Court
Gary felt as if he were free-falling, heading straight for the sidewalk below him when he awoke from his nightmare just before he splattered all over the concrete.
He sat up in bed, his sheets soaked by his sweat. He got up and went to his bathroom to wash his face with cold water and to get his bearings. Today was his day in court, and Gary was facing charges for having hatched an intricate scheme to take money from his gullible older clients by claiming he was an aficionado in the area of valuable antiquities.
Unfortunately, in some seemingly arbitrary case of bad luck, one of Gary’s victims happened to be a true expert in antiques and quickly realized that he and Gary’s other elderly clients had been duped. The man called the authorities and Gary was arrested.
Gary was out on bail, but as he stood in the bathroom looking at his reflection in the mirror, he sensed that his dream was a portend of what would happen during the trial.
Written for these daily prompts: E.M.’s Random Word Prompt (free-fall), Your Daily Word Prompt (concrete), The Daily Spur (bathroom), Ragtag Daily Prompt (intricate), Fandango’s One Word Challenge (aficionado), and Word of the Day Challenge (arbitrary).
Perchance to Dream
I was quite perplexed by a dream I had last night. At the beginning of the dream I saw two hippopotamuses wearing tutus and swing dancing to the Benny Goodman song, “Sing, Sing, Sing.”
It was fascinating. Until my fun dream turned into a nightmare.
The happy, swing-dancing hippos suddenly transformed into a group of living mops who carried buckets and buckets of water and dumped them all onto the floor, turning my house into complete disarray.
I woke up in a sweat, with a twinge of regret. My wife warned me when we were watching Disney’s classic animated movie “Fantasia” last night that eating a pastrami sandwich right before bedtime would give me indigestion. I think she jinxed me.
Written for these daily prompts prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (perplexed), E.M.’s Random Word Prompt (hippopotamus), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (swing), The Daily Spur (compete), Your Daily Word Prompt (disarray), My Vivid Blog (twinge), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (jinx).
MLMM Photo Challenge — The Canopy
I’m not sure how long I’d been out before I regained consciousness. All I knew was that I was lying on the ground. The cold and damp ground. And my head hurt something fierce. But how did I get here? Where was I?
Still on my back I looked up. It seemed surreal to me. I was under a canopy of tall trees towering above me, but unlike any trees I’d seen before. Some still had leaves on their branches, but others were bare. The one above me seemed to be in the shape of a giant four-leaf clover, but it appeared to be transparent at the top.
I was very disoriented and frightened. I tried to sit up to gain my bearings, but I couldn’t move. I could feel panic beginning to set in. I tried to scream but no sound was coming out of my mouth. I couldn’t breathe. Then I heard this voice.
“Sam, Sam, are you okay?” I felt two hands grasping my shoulders and gently shaking me. “Honey, you’re soaking wet,” the voice said. “Did you have another one of your nightmares?”
I looked at my wife, took a deep breath, and said, “Yeah, but I’m fine.” I lied. I was anything but fine.
Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Tanya Grant.
“How did you sleep last night?” Frank’s wife asked him when he walked into the kitchen.
“I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow,” Frank replied. “But I had a really strange dream.”
“Are you going to share it with me?” Diane asked.
“Well, I was alone in the desert and my throat was parched and I felt like I was dying of thirst,” Frank said, “when I spotted a large, purple plume of smoke on the horizon. I used what little strength I had left to climb to the zenith of a hill, hoping to find an oasis or something, but instead I saw you, standing in our kitchen making a salad. You were slicing some radishes and I ran down to where you were standing and said, ‘What are you doing? I hate radishes.’ You looked at me and said, ‘Duly noted’ and continued to slice the radishes and toss them into the salad.”
“Oh, poor Frank,” Diane said, a sarcastic look on her face, “that wasn’t a dream, that must have been a nightmare because I wouldn’t dream of adding radishes to your salad. Even though I love radishes in my salads.”
Written for Jim Adams’ Thursday Inspiration prompt, where the theme is “pillow.” Also for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (share), Word of the Day Challenge (thirst), Ragtag Daily Prompt (plume), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (zenith), MMA Storytime (salad), and Your Daily Word Prompt (duly).
zenith share duly plume thirst salad