palonka when you're in it you can't see it....

a story from today. tl:dr, but you should

so as i’ve previously mentioned, i work in a job that, most of the time, is really full on.  i converse all day, every day, with people who have lost control over their lives.  sometimes they are ok with that, others not so much. 

my first conversation this morning went along the lines of the customer not liking what i was telling them, so their recourse was to suggest that i needed a f*$k. 

charming.

today was a tough day.  i’m about 80% well, so i’m getting there with getting over this virus, but by the end of the day, i’m over it all.  emotionally, physically, everythinglly……

on my way to the bus stop tonight, i happened to chat to a young man.  he had physical markings that indicated to me that he had been in an accident of some kind.  i was walking kinda close to him, and he looked at me, so i apologised, and said i wasn’t trying to scare him.  he said that was ok, and asked me how i was.  me being me, told him: over it and tired of speaking to rude people.  ‘rude people!’ he said, ‘they can fuck off!’.  i laughed and said yes, that’s true, they can.  he then said ‘ask me how i am!’.  oh yes, i said, sorry for being rude, how are you?  ‘Spectacular!’ he said.  wow, spectacular, that’s pretty great, i replied.  

‘it is, isn’t it?  i nearly died 5 years ago.  i was in a coma, but look at me now, i am spectacular.’  yes, i said, that is amazing, you are doing fantastic - to be in a coma, and look at where you are today!  ‘yes’, he said. ’ i had to learn how to walk and talk and do all this again.  i was in London and had an accident.  i was on a holiday, having a white Christmas.  i was out having fun with friends, and slipped an fell on the concrete, and ended up nearly dead, and then in a coma. but look at me now.  i’m alive and feeling spectacular’.

it was at this point, he brought me to tears.  i thanked him for sharing his story with me today, the day i needed to hear it. 

we introduced ourselves and then i got on the bus, put on Sufjan Stevens, and cried most of the way home.  thankful that i was lucky enough to meet Nicholas today and put it all back into perspective for me.

spectacular.

as i’ve been housebound due to illness for about a week, the crafty bitch has returned.

sad thing is, i can’t show you anything that has been made, as all the pregnant ladies will know what’s coming their way.