Thursday, December 07, 8:41 PM – marco
lower back is killing
So ya,
Those pretty horse statue carousels?
The pretty lights, fancy fixtures and woodworks,
Not only horse statues, but pretty sleds, red, blue, lights blinking, calling you to take a ride.
You pay the young gentleman a token and get on, choosing a sled instead of a cool looking black arabian horse because your too old and you know people will laugh. The corny carnival music starts, the young guy is churning some crank.
ah..you close your eyes and reflect.
popcorn, cotton candy and lollipops.
You open your eyes and the music is still going, ok, you think. “Ok, whens this end”, half your mind
is starting to think life responsibilities, work, groceries, The man keeps cranking the music.
“C’mon man, end it please,” as you stand up and support yourself with a pole on the edge of the metal circle of the carousel, ready to get off.
All of a sudden a metal screen encloses you and you see the gentleman turn into an evil fat kid who starts churning the music faster.
Then the sleds and horses disapear and are replaced with your bedroom bathroom, car, work, family. Everything in your life is a carousel.
Then you have to get used to the imbalance on it forever, then take away one hearing side.
Then try making some cofee *).
Thats my life for the next few months I guess Docs are saying.
I see my ENT next week to get staples out.
Brain needs to rewire to movements of the carousel.
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