Since becoming ill, days seems to run together. I have to constantly check a clock and/or calendar just to keep up.
Time distortion has become a routine occurrence for me. It's like an alien abduction but without all the experience to make a best selling novel. I have missed minutes, hours, and my favorite: days. WTF?
Brain inflammation, what a wonderful way to spend the last remnants of my life.
I usually watch a television show a night to keep me on target. When shows go on hiatus for movie events, specials, or holidays, I get screwed up. With nothing on Fridays, Saturdays, or Sundays, I have to find new and inventive ways to tell time.
Sometimes losing time is a blessing in disguise.
When I feel or believe I have more time than I have, I can enjoy myself more in the moment. I can get lost in a painting or movie or ebook or poetry. Lost is sometimes the greatest direction in your life.
Even though I have time to be lost, it does not mean my time as a wanderer is less meaningful, it just means I know the value of time.
Value is different than price. My illness is a price. Value is how I chose to live it.
Have a great Friday!!!