Curses
Now imagine I’d said the title in Disney Villian voice. Ursala, for preference; she always was my favourite. WHY? Because it’s almost as fun as swearing and I’ve yet to set off a profanity filter doing it. More importantly, I feel it’s accurate.
Why curses?
Because today I was betrayed by the recliner!
That’s right, my chair!
How?
I made the mistake of trying to recline in it; forgetting once again that the tortured mechanisms now Fight to close back up. So I’m stuck there forcing all my strength into pushing it closed, hoping my brain doesn’t misfire, like it likes too when least convenient. The bloody thing snaps closed finally freeing me to stand up safely.
Drama over, I then retrieve my tablet, only to discover that in my forceful rocking of the chair I’d dislodged the magnetic charger, sending it straight into dangerzone, land of tired metal. I was so relieved when it came back with a gentle tug. We’ve had to fight cords out before, so it felt like a small victory.
I celebrated… too… soon…
Damn thing looked like my rats had found it; a neat slice through the casing then nicely frayed metal cords.
The biggest joke? I’d never even taken that charger into my room as I didn’t trust my rats. What would life be without irony?
Author’s note: so strictly speaking this is an auto-biographical blog post. I originally intended to write some flash fiction. As can be seen I got a little derailed…
I have been planning to get back to writing. I’ve started uni again and I’ve had success in the past using one to encourage the other; of course that was pre-craniotomy and may just spell a recipe for fatigue, I still think it’s worth a try.
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