Flowers for Algernon
Yesterday, I got back from getting allergy tortured and had a long nap.
I got up and felt great. I mean really, really great. Like New Mexico great.
I could breathe, I wasn't fevered, I could look at the ground and not feel dizzy, I could think, and most importantly, I could write!
So I wrote five hundred words and spent a near sleepless night with my heart pounding and thoughts galloping through my head (I should have gotten up and written all night).
I got up this morning and was dizzy again. I could still think (a bit), but all the writing ideas had flown the coop. The fog was creeping back around the edges.
I took all my perscribed meds and waited for the fog to clear.
It's backed off a bit, but it's still within reach. And the dizzy is just there. I can feel it. It's not overwhelming, but it's back too.
The tempreture is rising slowly and the flush is returning to my cheeks.
Please, please, please, don't put me back in that hole.
I got up and felt great. I mean really, really great. Like New Mexico great.
I could breathe, I wasn't fevered, I could look at the ground and not feel dizzy, I could think, and most importantly, I could write!
So I wrote five hundred words and spent a near sleepless night with my heart pounding and thoughts galloping through my head (I should have gotten up and written all night).
I got up this morning and was dizzy again. I could still think (a bit), but all the writing ideas had flown the coop. The fog was creeping back around the edges.
I took all my perscribed meds and waited for the fog to clear.
It's backed off a bit, but it's still within reach. And the dizzy is just there. I can feel it. It's not overwhelming, but it's back too.
The tempreture is rising slowly and the flush is returning to my cheeks.
Please, please, please, don't put me back in that hole.