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Guess Who
Hello My Friends!
This was something I did about 10 years ago … just saying …
(For those able to hear it that is)
http://www.singsnap.com/karaoke/r/b0c775f5
So where do I start?
There was about a two-week period that I was out of it for starters. All I remember the day of the accident is two cars in front of me turning both left and right and one was hit by a semi-tractor trailer that had jumped the divide. That car flipped a bit in the air and crashed right into my car and that was the last thing I remembered. Needless to say but my driving days are pretty much over.
When I came around, I found out I had lost about 90% of my left arm, lost my left eye, and basically, both hips screwed back into my body. As to the arm, actually; I have about 80% back by Andy, the therapist said I wouldn’t get much more, and at best 85%. So, it takes me time to type now.
I have undergone a lot of physical therapy to relearn or better still, how to walk, although I still use a wheelchair for distance travel. Gave up the walker about a couple weeks ago. I can walk short distances, very short to this point, no more than half a mile.
Sorry for the curt message from my friend last year, one my Scrabble buddies of which that game takes a back seat for now. I would have mentioned something sooner, but my priority was to see if I could get my body back in order. Pretty sure you can all agree on that. and sometimes sitting for too long.
Screws are still intact and sometimes sitting for too long gets me to aching but slowly getting better at.
I learned something in the hospital, too. There are three of me in the county I was living in at the time. I was later moved closer to my Uncle and his daughter and still live there (Whiteville). Small town about 20,000. Anyway, of the other two, one is a lawyer and the other is an inmate on probation if I remember right. A detective actually came to the hospital, took a picture and got my prints to verify I am who I say I am. Honestly, I found that disturbingly funny.
I want to thank those of you who emailed me (ya know who you are!!) to check on me, greatly appreciated, just sorry it took so damn long for me to get back with ya’ll!!
It is good to know everyone here is doing the social-distance thing (insert giggle, laughter, grin or a smirk).
Lately, I’ve been keeping track of the number of cases, deaths and recoveries. Gives ya a strong indication where everyone is verses what you hear through the news. If you haven’t see this yet, you can get it through here:
https://youtu.be/R2Z598D7Xq4
On a final note for now, I will be here a couple times a week and plan on reopening up a few things I started before all this happened. I’ll post the now and then poem/story and if the fancy strikes me, a challenge or two or three (self-applied smile here).
For those who remember, I used to help out with formatting/editing work, and because of the time and detail it takes, for now, that’s off limits. (Still have to get use to walking into walls, doors and people with only one good eye).
Oh c’mon, dammit … LAUGH!
I do want to thank all of you who left well wishes prior to this … it did my heart good.
So, hello, my friends, hello … and until next time … rock on and write on!!
Cruel and Kind
Cruel and kind.
You were so kind and so cruel at the same time.
You knew I loved you, and you induged me.
When we were walking and you'd nonchantly grab my hand.
When we were on the park and you'd comment on how I'd be such a good girlfriend.
When we were on those late walks and you'd make me laugh so hard I couldn't breathe.
When we were texting and you'd send hearts or the type of messages I couldn't forget.
When I confessed to you and you didn't run away.
You knew I loved you, and you induged me.
When we were at the cafe, and you talked for hours about your crush.
When we were at all those resturants, and you'd ask me to cover you.
When we were on the streetlit road and you ditched me for your ex.
When I confessed to you and you just laughed awkwardly. Shrugged and skidded around talking about "us".
You were so cruel. You knew I loved you so much, I was head over heels. You made me believe there was a chance, a small one, when youw had no intention of ever returning my feelings. The fact that you lead me on and gave me real hope, was cruel. Undeniably and foolishly cruel. But you were so kind. You let me live in a world where maybe we could be together. You humored my idea and made me so happy it was unbearable, so lively and bright.
I don't know how you are the cruelest person I've ever met and the kindest one too.
But you are.
Cruel and kind.
Bones.
Can you feel how much I miss you?
Can you hear my bones breaking,
the snap of my spine when I text you,
and the crack in my collarbones
every time you don’t respond?
I’m running around in a bruised body,
searching the city for your shadow,
but whenever I see it,
my limping legs can’t follow fast enough.