When you lit*er*al*ly feel Numb
Lit*er*al*ly, Ororo, #44
This week is my week with the parental units and I forgot to bring the question journal book. So, no answering the questions of life this week.
She fell again about a week ago—-no fractures or broken bones, thank God—just bruising and residual pain. And the vibe is always different after a fall. This week seemed more trying than most.
More exhausting.
More blending of days.
By the time Sunday rolls around, I'm more than ready to get back to my sanctuary.
My life in song this week.
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
- “Numb”, Linkin Park
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I'm so sorry, Ororo. I see this is an older post, but it's always awful when they fall. Did you see it happen? My father fell when my parents were here in Spain over Christmas. Boom, down like a stone. Luckily, nothing terrible, residual pain, mortification, bruised pride... I do worry about them in their house all alone with all the steps. I wrote a poem about it, When Giants Topple.
So sorry Ororo. That's so much to deal with. Glad you have your own place now which is hopefully a safe/fun space for you to be in when you need it (minus the neighbor noise).