The Dark Place

Early morning. Symptoms like a hangover. I urged myself to have a small breakfast along with my daily medication. Concentration levels low and a tendency of not comprehending others conversation. As they soon departed for work and college I was all alone. The question I asked myself was, should I retire back to bed or proceed with plans for the day. Stubbornness has always been part of my character so I ignored the consequences which were to occur.

Arrived at the supermarket my head felt compressed, I was shaky down my limbs and strange black images appeared in front of my eyes. Still determined to maintain control, I headed towards the kitchenware saucepan special offers, trying to total the points on my coupons. A sense that all feeling was draining from my body. In a stupor my dead weight fell to the ground. No longer aware, unconscious, I laid there. Finally I came round yet still bewildered by my surroundings, with no recollection of time and very emotional. An ambulance arrived.

Injured but my brainwaves were speeding up, pieces of the jigsaw slowly fitting together. A paramedic was testing my abilities, advising me to stay calm. The saucepans had caused severe bruising of the face and I was most fortunate not losing my right eye. The aches and pains did not matter any more and my stubbornness to overcome prevailed, yet again. Who knows? My conclusion is to carry on as much of a normal life without any prediction.