The simplicity of my day to day. |
Prompt: Please use these random words: exile, physics, land, rifle, bald, system and outfit. I’ve had a realisation lately, it’s one I’ve always known on some level but when one suddenly becomes incapacitated by illness or an accident there is a feeling of being in exile which is sort of unexplainable. You feel as if you’ve arrived in a new land, a different country even. I’m unsure if physics comes into play in this instance but it’s quite unsettling. Life has continued on for everyone you know and yes, they all ask about you and show love and concern but still one feels different. Even the outfit you may choose to wear on any given day has changed. It no longer matters what you look like it’s comfort you require. Pyjamas are the look of my day and slippers. I rifle through my undies drawer for my most loose pair so they won’t dig into my operation wound. It’s the new system or new world order. Get out of bed, shower, pyjamas or something as glamorous back on and begin physio exercises in a desperate attempt to rejoin my previous life. I’ve been lying around the place so long I’ve probably worn a bald patch on the back of my head. |