Confined in a MRI machine was so uncomfortable and loud. Unable to move and unable to ease the itch on the shoulder for fifteen minutes whilst a loud sound echoed in the ears. Uncomfortable and loud with a hard surface to rest on I tried to leave as soon as I could in order to catch the bus and head towards a bed.
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I believe.
Since Covid-19 started our lives have made a critical transition. How we socialize with others, work, learn, and lots of other activities we had before this hurtful situation. I was on vacation before this illness and was stuck in D.R for about three months (hilarious, I know). When I traveled back home, roads were free, the town was silent, stuck at home, and couldn’t do chores outside the house. Exhausted to see four walls, at least in D.R I was able to go to the river, and the store. But I am ecstatic that we can rebuild our lives to how it was. I believe that we can make a difference, it is the best for all humans and the environment.
In the mind of others
The brain never rests.. aside from when our time does come but that’s not the focus for now. This beautiful and unfathomable brain of mine’s has its weird habits. It occurs out of nowhere, out of the blue. I land in this wicked recollection. Embarrassed. Like that one time I couldn’t unlock the door to MY own house while a mob of civilians stared at me. Or the fact that old friends/associates have individual ideas of who I was and that notion remains with them. And I can’t inform them on how much I’ve matured since then. I’m different now. I’m erratic and I can’t take full control of how I’m viewed. I wish I could break free from all awkward situations as well as flee from others’ disfavored memories of me. However if this were to come true life would become bland, all memories add a little flavor.
