The Flight of the Rocketman

Everyone has a different journey in life. Do not be afraid of the storms; just learn to sail your ship. -- as texted to me by my Father

I hate this weakness. This burden on my back, the ache in my joints, the cracking sound my bones make when I move after having stayed still for a long time. This cloud that hovers over my head. I hate this weakness. This mortal shell we call the body is so useless when rendered ill. If there were only a way around it...

I suppose it is thoughts like these that starts off those science fiction stories, eh? But I don't blame these people. It's such a chore to have to work around 65% efficiency, especially when you are so used to having your wits all about you. I hate having to stoop down because it's less pain on my neck. I know I end up looking like an old man but the pain to keep my posture up is just so gross.

And I eat and drink like a pelican. I chew and then I raise my head up to help the food go down my throat. My brother was looking at me and smiling. "You look like a Pelican," he replied after I had said, "I can't believe I'm eating like a fuckin' crocodile!" I think Pelican was more right at the bat.

God, I can remember the times when my friends would be so happy they got sick so they didn't have to go to school. I hated it. I never liked it. Stayed away from it like the plague. Not that I knew what to stay away from. I just continued working and playing at full efficiency and if I felt like there was a little bit of sickness hanging onto me, I'd still act normal. Eventually, I thought, my body would realise I wasn't going to go easy on it just because it was coming with a flu, so it would have to toughen up, and it did. I rarely got sick.

And now that I am, I'm a fucking cry-baby. I'm a wimp.

But I can tell the worse is over. I just have to make sure nothing goes wrong with the recovery and I'll be fine.