August 3, 2011

• On Wednesday I Look Back at Tuesday

  and start wondering about the past as things unfold behind me.
  

  
  The journey has been unique.  How long did it last ?  How old is this year.
  
  It is only until recently that I have been able to grasp the thoughts of a scattered mind and retrospect the past.
  
  It lays folded behind me but I willingly unfold the history, awkward like a map,  and try to reconstruct the has-been thinking and type of experience which lead me on a  journey so confusing to the mind, and so wrought with frustration that words to describe it do not yet exist.
  
  In the past tense,  my experience, as all are, is unique,  my sentence structure, awkward.
  
  If I were to  tell this tale and start at the beginning it might as well be 'now' as April 7, 2011,  the night of the first severe head pain during this flare up. 

  Having fallen in January,  and in a passive voice,  on my outstretched fist and stiff arm,  body erect so as not to fall into vomit on the sidewalk, I may have done damage then.
  
  Picture this:     a long inflexible thing, anything long and relatively inflexible,  like BONE,  hits hard on concrete shoving its juxtapoz,   a perpendicular equally inflexible medium,  such as the cervical spine,  as in  "jams into all that shit up there and gives your  little mushroom cap/stem,  brain/brain-stem a good wrenching", so you are left with a bobble head, a sore neck and NERVE MUMBO JUMBO ITIS

   That totally annoys the Trigeminal nerve, pons and vascular structures in the whole of Meckel's Cave..

  And then there was the self hydration in coffee...  
  
  I could tell this story backwards if I could ever get the thoughts in order....
  
  There is definitely an element of "Time" here,  and it is out of itself.

  ..... i gotta write all this shit down...
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  "unfinished"  in progress.
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  .(a 'retrograde' Mercury as well as a pharmaceutical I regretfully used are both suspect)
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