“Let me go on… like I blister in the sun… Let me go on… big hands, I know you’re the one.”4/18/2014 Ever read the side effects on a set of pills you’ve just got from the doctor? The doctor that gave you a verbal rundown of what you might experience while taking the wacky concoction but you were in too much pain so you just nodded and smiled and just started taking the pills, never reading the novel of tiny writing that came with the pills?
Then ever start feeling weird stuff in your brain and suddenly your face is on fire as if you have been in the sun, literally IN the sun for days? That’s happening to me right now. All that awesomeness is happening. And now talking is suddenly an massive effort, just to get the words out of my face. The face that is currently on fire with the heat of a thousand suns. There is a slight delay when I turn my head. Not really a tracking issue, more like an interval before all the moments I’m seeing all catch up and blend into one moment. Not in a bad way, just in an operate vehicles in a careful way. Then there’s the sharpness in my blinking. It’s not at the eye, is way back where my sight goes into my brain. It hurts there when I blink. And my eyes are dray like the desert. Fitting since they are in my face that is as scorching as the desert. My heartbeat has been audible, like in my throat but slower, almost like my heart is stoned. I actually downloaded an app to that tracks your heart rate through the camera lens of your phone. It proves my heart is spaced-out. Also not in a bad way. It's actually pretty cool to hear it beat in my eyeballs. The eyeballs that are in the face blistering in the sun. On a good note, my back and butt cheeks have stopped sending spasms of burning fire down my legs. And the bruise where I was digging my thump into the spot to stop the pain has started to fade. I’m also able to stand up without having to walk my hands up thighs to get myself into an upright position and I'm not groaning or moaning or crying every time I stand. Or move. Or breathe. So that’s good. What’s a little flaming face if my back is stoned? Four more days to go on my magical mystery tour. When do I see the flying monkeys?
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