Contemporaneous: Chapter 35
35. There’s not a lot of point spending time at work on Tuesday – not writing about it, that is, although it’s a frustrating day where software fucks me over. We use Macs at work; for some reason, every now and again when I open any Microsoft software, like Word (to read and edit a manuscript), or Outlook (to check my emails), the Mac decides that it needs to verify the software. I’ve only used this computer and this software for the last ten years, so I have no idea why it insists on these sporadic verifications. Somewhere, somebody (or a team of somebodies) is being paid to make these…
Contemporaneous: Chapters 25 – 26
25. Every aspect of my life seeps back in: the weight of my body; the tiredness in my eyes and my muscles; the imbalance in my mind, thoughts too quick; the way the nerve damage has scrunched up my right foot, and the break welded the ankle until it’s almost fused; and then the dissonance, of feeling I’m not fitting, and unsure what comes next. But that’s different, like feeling the onset of a bug, feeling it gradually worsen, feeling it become incapacitating, but that now happens so quickly, almost instantaneously, and only in feeling it come on do I know how far removed I am from whatever I shouldn’t…
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