Ice

Interesting how confinement plays tricks on the mind. Directed to remain motionless, I spent an hour yesterday in a MRI machine. Despite the headphones, the bleeps and thrums seemed to penetrate my psyche. My body, taking advantage of my hostage status, decided to bemoan past injustices. While I focused on breathing, I listened to the rants from within. Turns out that past betrayals echo in such moments.

Oh, the layers that persist. Our work is never done. Currently looking for an ice pick. 😁

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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  1. They should play relaxing music into the headphones for patients. It sounds quite claustrophobic, and of course one escapes inward to whatever is “playing in the head that day”. What else is there to do? Sending you a big hug. I hope you’re okay.

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    1. I’m okay. Wasn’t expecting it to be so long – the last one I had was quite quick. Also hadn’t expected my body to have such a response. Sigh. It’s done now. On to the next thing, lol.

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