Morning all and Happy Monday. For the end of October it rally doesn’t feel like the end of October. Still the final week of the month has begun. Is everyone stocked with candy for the 31st? I went to get some for the three kids we will get stopping by and I had to wade through a Christmas section to get to it. I had to actually ask the clerk where it was. He looked at me like I was crazy but finally shaded with me that it was in the discount space as “The Halloween Season is over.” Oh no Mr. Clerk. It is not over until after Halloween. Don’t worry I controlled the rant and as a reward I got the candy at a lower price. I still gave him the stink eye. Sorry, the rant is still in there and just a little bit needed to come out. I’m better now. So on with the prompt. Timers set and off we go.
Interesting. Not sure what his pat is but I don’t think he was on the side of angels.
Monday, October 28th: He grimaced.
He grimaced. The pain was a dull ache and it throbbed. He could feel the pain skating under the layer of dulling pain meds like a shark that hadn’t het let it’s fin break the surface. It was close though. So very close.
He eyed the row of bottles, debated. He knew how many he had taken and when. He also knew it was far less than the doctor recommended. He couldn’t take the full dose. It took all of the pain and made him blissfully unaware of it, but that in itself made him twitchy.
He knew the damage was still there and not feeling any sort of pain or even mild discomfort felt wrong. It felt like he wasn’t injured. He strongly suspected that was something he needed to remember if he was going to heal. If he didn’t feel the pain he could tell himself he wasn’t injured. At this point he was well accustomed to lying to himself and might believe it.
If he did, he wouldn’t stay in bed and the healing would take a lot longer. Even with th pain he wanted to get up and move. The nurse they insisted he have in the house with him since he insisted he leave the hospital had already gently scolded him for trying to get up and do too much.
There was a schedule. He knew it was best if he abided by it.
He couldn’t complain much about the nurse, even though circumstances made him want to. Nothing in this was her fault. It wasn’t really anyone’s fault, officially. And the nurse was keen on sticking to the schedule but she also approved of his lowering of some of the pain meds once he explained. He took the full doses at bed time to sleep, but during daylight hee cut it back to half. She approved as long as the pain wasn’t too much.
He supposed if asked, he would have to say he liked her. She tolerated him which was more than most people. Even on half meds he found his thinking foggy for a good portion of the day. There was a slim window where the meds faded but the pain had yet to reassert itself, clouding him in a different way. It was in this window that he could think. Study the situation.
Officially it was termed an accident. He supposed it could be. He didn’t trust accidents though. He knew exactly how easy they were to arrange. ‘And that’s the question,’ he thought as he felt his slim window slowly opening. Had someone arranged his accident?
He didn’t think he was on anyone’s radar. Not any more. He doubted there were very many people who even knew he was still alive at this point. He retired and went his way well before things got tangled and messy. He wasn’t a part of the fall out and really didn’t want to know the details. He only heard a few as they drifted his way when he took a measure to see if anyone was looking his way.
No one ever was.
‘But when was the last time I checked?’ He couldn’t remember. Things had been so quiet for so long that he might have gotten complacent. Could this be his punishment for that complacency? He didn’t know.
Ten til Midnight 