The Importance of Being Idle

The Cruelty Of Men Is As Wondrous As Peru

I had my first lot of tests today, blood tests. We got to the hospital super early, only to have to wait until haematology actually opened! Then the nurse couldn't find a vein and I got prodded and poked around for a bit before blood was actually spilt. Then Shaz brought me home again and I was left to my own devices.
This is not good.
My mind wanders back to the accident, back to the peculiar feeling of semi-conciousness I had when it was happening, and back to the constant thought of what COULD have been. No matter how much I know I was lucky and no-one was hurt, for some reason I cannot leave it alone and I think about what could have happened, people who could've been hurt or killed and how on earth I would live with that. That's not what happened, but like I said, I just can't escape it's pull.
I filled my time with watching movies; Sweeney Todd (which instantly catapulted itself into my top ten of all time), The Kingdom (also bloody excellent but not top ten worthy) and the stage version of Jeff Wayne's War of the Worlds. Now I didn't even know there had been such a stage show until last night (and believe me, I was plenty annoyed that I didn't know about it), so sitting down to watch it was massively exciting. And it was awesome (assuming you like Jeff Wayne's concept album treatment of War of the Worlds, which you do or you're a freak), completely enjoyable and yet I found myself in tears for almost the whole thing. It was in no way related to the show, it was just... there, almost as though the nostalgia was a cathartic excuse to release some of the crazy emotions that are racing around my system.
It's been a weird week.

posted by BadMonkey @ 10:57 PM