Human
I don't know how to conform. It's a really issue for me. I would love to fit within the molds of normal human constructs.
Today - while exploring the possibilities of container construction with a new consortium. I got stung by a bee just to the right of my eye. I freaked like the little bitch I was during the confusion of trying to work out what was attacking me. I ran - hat and shades flung off as I attempted to swat the small swarm of attackers/ protectors.
Far too late - my flight response engaged.
Jacked up on adrenaline - I sought out the company I had just had the meeting with - but they were already gone. I hopped into the only lavatory I could see at the office, a disabled only lavatory - removed the sting and in my normal fashion decided right there and then I wouldn't seek medical attention. I'm too awesome to succumb to a teeny tiny bee sting.
I'm driving home - uncharacteristically below the speed limit all the way home. Idly scratching my body, intermittently - not realising I'm succumbing to a bio-chemical event. I get home and suddenly I'm in a new dimension of space and time.
My flesh calls for me to scratch it. Everywhere - all at once. What follows freaks me the fuck out!! A billion and a half mosquito bite like marks literally erupt everywhere I've scratched. Antihistamine! I'm about to turn the car off but realise our medical supplies are naught. I cruise like a fucking boar charging out of its lair @ 160km/h out of the plot and out into the world.
Fucked!! So fucking fucked was all I could register as I nearly cause multiple accidents on my way to the pharmacy. I ignore the police roadblock as they try flag me to a stop. I slide into the parking bay - double park and run to a dentist office. Ask the receptionist as calmly as I can if there is a pharmacy around - she points - I run.
I'm in full fledged panic mode - scratching myself like a crack addict as I run to my salvation. I squawk - bee sting - allergic - help - as I fly into the dispensary. The pharmacist leaps into action - and places two pink pills in my hand. Tells me to suck it as I throw them into my mouth. Placebo-esque calm is what I want now...
The meds take waaaaaaaaay too long to take the edge off. I dose myself again. I drink lots of water and go about inspecting my frail biology - bumps everywhere - finally at home. Naked - and annoyed at how weak I really am.
Eventually the drugs take effect. I'm still itchy - but I'm ready to let sleep steal me away to a place where pain falls away. Six hours later - I am myself again. Only weighed down by my frailty. I am weak with knowing how easily I fell.
I wish to be stronger. Cease poisoning my body with cigarettes, lack of sleep - terrible eating habits and act on knowing that health is wealth.
But... I am only human.
Today - while exploring the possibilities of container construction with a new consortium. I got stung by a bee just to the right of my eye. I freaked like the little bitch I was during the confusion of trying to work out what was attacking me. I ran - hat and shades flung off as I attempted to swat the small swarm of attackers/ protectors.
Far too late - my flight response engaged.
Jacked up on adrenaline - I sought out the company I had just had the meeting with - but they were already gone. I hopped into the only lavatory I could see at the office, a disabled only lavatory - removed the sting and in my normal fashion decided right there and then I wouldn't seek medical attention. I'm too awesome to succumb to a teeny tiny bee sting.
I'm driving home - uncharacteristically below the speed limit all the way home. Idly scratching my body, intermittently - not realising I'm succumbing to a bio-chemical event. I get home and suddenly I'm in a new dimension of space and time.
My flesh calls for me to scratch it. Everywhere - all at once. What follows freaks me the fuck out!! A billion and a half mosquito bite like marks literally erupt everywhere I've scratched. Antihistamine! I'm about to turn the car off but realise our medical supplies are naught. I cruise like a fucking boar charging out of its lair @ 160km/h out of the plot and out into the world.
Fucked!! So fucking fucked was all I could register as I nearly cause multiple accidents on my way to the pharmacy. I ignore the police roadblock as they try flag me to a stop. I slide into the parking bay - double park and run to a dentist office. Ask the receptionist as calmly as I can if there is a pharmacy around - she points - I run.
I'm in full fledged panic mode - scratching myself like a crack addict as I run to my salvation. I squawk - bee sting - allergic - help - as I fly into the dispensary. The pharmacist leaps into action - and places two pink pills in my hand. Tells me to suck it as I throw them into my mouth. Placebo-esque calm is what I want now...
The meds take waaaaaaaaay too long to take the edge off. I dose myself again. I drink lots of water and go about inspecting my frail biology - bumps everywhere - finally at home. Naked - and annoyed at how weak I really am.
Eventually the drugs take effect. I'm still itchy - but I'm ready to let sleep steal me away to a place where pain falls away. Six hours later - I am myself again. Only weighed down by my frailty. I am weak with knowing how easily I fell.
I wish to be stronger. Cease poisoning my body with cigarettes, lack of sleep - terrible eating habits and act on knowing that health is wealth.
But... I am only human.
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