Mamarati

So, I’m hungry. I decide I’ve got enough leftover bits of stuff in the fridge to make an omelet. Yum.

But then I’m sitting here and it starts to taste… like a memory. I have really strong taste / smell / memory association. It’s as if those things are directly tied to my emotion, as well… like, smells can make me cry and feel weepy.

Anyway, I realize then that the last time I made an omelet was on the day I fell off the ladder and the memory I’m getting is of throwing up omelet in the hospital. How odd is that? I don’t know what the logic is there, but I’d been in the hospital for like 3 days before I threw up perfectly preserved, undigested chunks of ham, onion and egg. How is that even possible? Is that some reflex, where your body says hey, we don’t really need to be focused on digestion right now. How about we just make more blood and heal and stuff.

? I don’t know.

Now I’m sitting here thinking that something bad is about to happen to me.

And do you know that now, almost a year later, I still have visions of it in my head? The fall, specifically. When I’m going to sleep and I get that sensation of falling, I jolt awake and it’s as if I were right there. I don’t know how to get rid of it. It’s kind of disturbing.

At any rate, I’m not working in the yard this weekend, and I don’t care what the temperature is.