Kite Flying

The world has become just a little bit smaller and thicker since I have been on drugs.   Stupid muscle relaxants makes it feel like one lives in a bowl of jelly.  

Everything is slower, more tiring, more annoying, and more bothersome.  One basically could care less about what happens outside the realm of where the bathroom,  glass of water, and blanket are located.

It certainly keeps you out of caring about what anyone else is doing in terms of gossip, politics or sports happenings.  Not that the last two topics were ever of great concern even in my  non-prescription drug days.

   Some may read that last statement , albeit  correct in the meaning, as  suggesting  another lifestyle to which I am not and mostly never have been a part . The non-prescription drug days to which I  now refer are those days when I was part of the healthy, basically pain free part of the population of which I hope to soon rejoin .  


But until then, I will try to explore this feeling of  disconnectedness from the world like a  flying kite whose string has broken and is slowly slowly drifting along until it .....




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                          into  life again  ready to cope with all the rips, tears, and mud stains that come from living in the real world. 

Kites rise highest against the wind, not with it. (Quote by - Winston Churchill