Presumpscot's New Venture

                               

    Good Day.

     An online essay is a new thing for me , I'm not sure how I will go about it. I'm taking this up now as part of a larger move on my part into newer ground for me, in my craft, my art and my music. I had one of those " game changing " incidents not very long ago.

    I went for a run in some time I had before supper and going to play for a class I ( love to ) play for. I don't know why I don't remember anything after my small pleasure of tying on new running shoes. On my return leg , running on the correct side of the road, I was struck by a pickup truck . I don't remember this. It was on a section that I always considered less safe than others because of a section of sharp curves . Most sane people take it easy on the gas here. This guy didn't . I may have been jumping away, he may have been swerving to dodge an on coming car. He had been drinking . He hit me and I flew. That was hard to write . I don't remember it. I woke up , kind of , in a dark place, with cuffs on my wrists , with webbing restraints. I could not talk. I could feel a round plastic muzzle on my mouth with a tube projecting from it. I was restrained in the dark, muzzled , and I didn't know why. There was no one touching me and no one with whom I could speak, there was lots of dark and some shadowy places of small flashes of light in my brain. At some point I saw figures , I could not understand them . Eventually someone came and asked if I knew who I was , where I was , and why . I didn't trust them. In fact, in some part of me , I still don't. Insanity was visiting , I knew insanity and I did not welcome it. I knew the heart that saw in men just doing a job for pay an evil heartless scheming vampire. Who saw in a nurse a lying thief of virtue and love . This is not an exaggeration . Every person screaming for the blood of an insane shooter needs to experience just a touch of actual insanity. There is no arbiter, no one to tell you where the lines are. Once experienced its never forgotten. Luckily there was just a flash , a few short stabs . Someone told me "you've been in an accident , you're at Maine Med. " and that was all. Things got slowly better from there. Well okay, there was the whole tearing out the intubation thing but overall...