As a work of art
I woke up this morning sometime between five or six with a pain shooting up my back between my shoulder blades, my wings where you can't reach. I winced and squirmed, trying to find a position on the couch where the nerves firing could, at least in theory, be dulled enough so I could sleep a few more hours. I waited twenty, thirty minutes until I couldn't bear anymore and thought that sleeping in an actual bed would be best. Made it upstairs wrapped in blankets, and decided that the bed in the Yellow Bedroom would be good. I threw my blankets down, then myself on them and tried that whole sleeping-thing again.
No luck.
Again I squirmed and moved about trying to find that best position where the shooting pains of blunted force would go away. Already the night was becoming blue morning and the dawn chorus of birds were stirring in nearby trees. Heating, I thought. I need a heating pad. Badly. Wrapping the blankets around me again, I shuffled my way into my Grandma's office feeling every bet the geriatric I'm slowly becoming. I plopped down in a nearby recliner with a heating pad turned on to its highest setting, every breath I'm taking, feeling the back flare to life like a punch. I turned on the television while the heating pad slowly warmed me. News reports on a Supreme Court Justice passing, infommericals. I felt a bit drowsy and fell asleep...
I woke up an hour later and the sun was slowly peaking its head out. I turned the television off, still feeling the phantom pains along the length of my back. My grandma would be here pretty soon. This weekend she and my aunt set up a three day yard sale behind the house. My little cousin, well not really so little, she's in the fifth or six grade, even made a sort of mannequin out of some plastic bottles and put some of her clothes on it so you'd have an idea of what the clothes would look like filled out.
I put on a pair of pants and went out to see how it was going. Apparently, yesterday, it was going well. They even sold an older small television that I had for ten dollars. Well when I came out, I didn't see anybody browsing around, through boxes or over table that my grandma or my aunt had set up. Instead, I see my grandma boxing things up, sliding them to the far side of the garage. I walk over.
"What's going on? Closing up shop?"
"Nooo, just boxing things up, going to give the rest to Goodwill," Grandma replied.
"Why? What's up"
She paused a seconds
"Well, Lynn (my aunt) had to take Kali (my little cousin) to Children's Hospital. She was coughing up blood."
Quietly we packed up the boxes, moved some things to the basement, others we pushed to the side of the garage. I took a yellow candle off one of the tables I liked, along with a Lazy Susan in case I found someone to play a board game with.
Finally, my grandma said, "They didn't see anything wrong. They think maybe she broke a blood vessel coughing real hard. I hope she's up to feeling better. Next weekend she's suppose to show (horses). "
"Me too."
Then I helped her sweep the floor.
No luck.
Again I squirmed and moved about trying to find that best position where the shooting pains of blunted force would go away. Already the night was becoming blue morning and the dawn chorus of birds were stirring in nearby trees. Heating, I thought. I need a heating pad. Badly. Wrapping the blankets around me again, I shuffled my way into my Grandma's office feeling every bet the geriatric I'm slowly becoming. I plopped down in a nearby recliner with a heating pad turned on to its highest setting, every breath I'm taking, feeling the back flare to life like a punch. I turned on the television while the heating pad slowly warmed me. News reports on a Supreme Court Justice passing, infommericals. I felt a bit drowsy and fell asleep...
I woke up an hour later and the sun was slowly peaking its head out. I turned the television off, still feeling the phantom pains along the length of my back. My grandma would be here pretty soon. This weekend she and my aunt set up a three day yard sale behind the house. My little cousin, well not really so little, she's in the fifth or six grade, even made a sort of mannequin out of some plastic bottles and put some of her clothes on it so you'd have an idea of what the clothes would look like filled out.
I put on a pair of pants and went out to see how it was going. Apparently, yesterday, it was going well. They even sold an older small television that I had for ten dollars. Well when I came out, I didn't see anybody browsing around, through boxes or over table that my grandma or my aunt had set up. Instead, I see my grandma boxing things up, sliding them to the far side of the garage. I walk over.
"What's going on? Closing up shop?"
"Nooo, just boxing things up, going to give the rest to Goodwill," Grandma replied.
"Why? What's up"
She paused a seconds
"Well, Lynn (my aunt) had to take Kali (my little cousin) to Children's Hospital. She was coughing up blood."
Quietly we packed up the boxes, moved some things to the basement, others we pushed to the side of the garage. I took a yellow candle off one of the tables I liked, along with a Lazy Susan in case I found someone to play a board game with.
Finally, my grandma said, "They didn't see anything wrong. They think maybe she broke a blood vessel coughing real hard. I hope she's up to feeling better. Next weekend she's suppose to show (horses). "
"Me too."
Then I helped her sweep the floor.