Did the Wound Care thing today.
My nurse was Joy, which was also her name. I thought I’d had her before but she didn’t seem to recognize me and so I was too shy to ask.
Being me can be so hard.
Otherwise, nothing of note happened. I confessed to my crime of picking at my freshly finally healed over old (as in four years old) wound and she put a bandage over it so as to save me from temptation in the future.
I am so ashamed. But, lesson learned. Leave the damn things alone.
The great thing about having my various leg wounds covered by these lovely white bandages (so breathable!) is not just that it removes the ability to pick at the scabs, it removes the temptation too because covered wounds don’t itch.
Instant theory as to why : because the scabs only itch when they dry out and become crusty. That doesn’t happen if they are not exposed to the air.
Whatever the reason, I appreciate it.
The fresher and nastier wound on my right leg is doing very very well. After trying for so long, it has finally partially closed. There is a strip of continuous flesh stretching across the wound like the sash of a beauty queen.
Very encouraging. Go for it, wound! You’ll close up and heal up before too long and we will be able to put this whole thing behind us.
And I’ll have proved to myself that I am not dead yet and can actually heal from things.
Tear a hole in the sky
My mood is fairly decent at the moment.
The black cloud of rage and despair that has been hounding me seems to have retreated and I can actually conceive of something not entirely unlike hope.
The image from the title of this section, tearing a hole in the sky, came to me spontaneously while I was lying in bed last night.
The full thing is an image of a hole being torn at the very apex of the vault of the sky. As if the sky was just some big domed ceiling and the hole was being torn at the highest point in it.
And it sounds bad. Possibly even apocalyptic. I mean, a hole in the ozone layer was bad enough. But a hole in the whole sky?
But it’s actually an image of great hope to me. It represents overcoming my current dismally “realistic” world view and its woefully limited view of existence and letting in all the glorious sunshine and beautiful love and laughter and light I have been too numb to feel for far too long.
I don’t need to be limited by “reality” any more. I can create universes and populate them with wonders beyond measure with this magical mind of mine. I command godlike powers of both imagination and reasoning. I’m a wizard beyond compare.
To limit myself to the merely mundane truths of pragmatic reality when you are as amazing as I am is sheer madness.
Not to mention downright silly.
So I shall dream my way home, one way or another. I will make my own Heaven and dwell there eternally even as my Earthly palace falls apart.
Reality never did me any goddamned favours anyhow.
More after the break.
Visions of the past
Thought I would share some videos from my video clip collection from long, long ago.
By which I mean the 90’s and early 2000’s.
This is stuff that was very old when I copied it and the rest of the contents of my old hard drive when I first bought this computer and that was when I was going to Kwantlen so we are talking six to eight years ago.
Here’s me being my usually silly ass self :
I had so much more energy and verve back then.
I am much saner now. But way less functional. So…it’s not necessarily a net gain.
Well all I can do is keep plugging away, doggy paddling in quicksand for all I am worth.
And now, one of my favorite anythings ever.
So glad it’s back on YouTube. It disappeared for a while.
Everything about that video is gold. That distorted beat. The clever and hilarious lyrics set against his very serious and respectable tone. Every little fill-in and musical accent is brilliant and sounds amazing. The way he editing himself into the existing footage is damned near flawless.
I just can’t possibly gush enough about it.
Some day, I am going to make something that good.
But um, don’t hold your breath.
And now, gird your loins and take a Xanax because you are about to see the most exciting three minute action film ever.
Holy crap, right? I feel like I went through a week’s worth of adrenaline just watching it.
And it’s such a brilliant production because it looks fantastic, almost professional, and yet most of the shots are thing easy to shoot even for amateurs and they clearly made an effort to include lots of friends and family and whatnot.
This could only have been achieved with meticulous planning. Detailed shot by shot storyboards, pinpoint precision cinematography, every stunt rehearsed until it could be executed flawlessly and at breakneck speed.
Hopefully not literally.
I wanted to link to an original source for it, but the only name I have for it is “The Escape” and that’s not real helpful in finding out where it comes from.
So I had to upload my copy to YouTube instead. And YouTube noted that it was under copyright, but didn’t link to the original, so here we are.
If the copyright holders want me to take it down, I will.
But I would appreciate a link to a legit version in return, please.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow,