Sunday, May 14, 2006

"I don't stab myself in the head very often!"

I found myself exclaiming. I hadn’t actually stabbed myself in the head, but created a superficial yet conspicuous scratch on my forehead. With a kitchen knife. I don’t know quite what happened, I was cutting up an apple at the time. I also have a more substantial cut on my finger from the same process, although I had acquired that a moment earlier. Certainly no intent.

Fatigue is far worse to deal with than pain. Real full-on fatigue which attacks your very essence. I think therefore I am; I can’t think therefore I am not. There are automatic processes, going to the loo when one’s bladder is full, washing and drying hands afterwards, this sort of thing. These remain pretty much intact, although evidently those interruptions that occur can be dangerous when one has a knife in one’s hand or is working with heat or water.

And it is miserable. Not my head, which doesn’t hurt at all and will have healed up completely before we visit my parents and I have to make excuses (the black eye sustained in similarly bizarre circumstances close to my twenty-first birthday invited some suspicion). But on the inside, having no mind. Which is of course a slight exaggeration, but I might as well have for what's left during such periods.

That particular period has obviously passed now, thus my ability to operate a computer, string sentences together etc. And it is only ever a short time, really; a few hours usually, a few days at most. But it is the worst thing. By far.


Sally said...

A young friend warmed her hands on the hotplate, not above, on ... and watched herself do it. The A&E staff did not understand the degree of brain fatigue that led her to do that. Battle scars - from fighting the good fight. Rest up for your trip south. Its warmer down here !

The Goldfish said...

I am fortunate to have thusfar avoided A&E apart from once when I opened up my finger with a bread-knife, which was extremely gruesome but didn't look appear so bizarre.

Gimpy Mumpy said...

My family no longer allows me to handle a bread-knife. They all look on with horror as I grab a bagel (finger in hole, to keep it from rolling of course) and shake their heads, "no, not again!". Now I just hand them the bagel, it's easier that way :)

As far as fatigue I am in full agreeance (is that a word? WAY too tired). Had a long day yesterday that suddenly lead to a full night of pulling wet ruined items out of our basement. Our area just went from a drought to flood overnight. I'm at the jumpy stage at this point which I find to be the most painful. Not sure why but lack of sleep seems to create an incredible startle-reflex I can only liken to being on very strong meds.
Hope you are feeling rested now, off to bed myself (fingers crossed nothing else will happen to prevent at least a bit of shut-eye).

BloggingMone said...

Take care...please!!!

midwesterntransport said...

this sounds really hard, goldfish. harrumph.

if it helps at all, i once cut my elbow while chopping tomatoes. how? who knows. i do not suffer from fatigue; i am merely a clutzy dolt. :)