If anything, a good knock on the head proves that your perception is between where reality ends and illusion begins. Six staples and a single stitch have once again proved that my head, however hard and steadfast, comes with a limited time warranty, much like a Midas muffler or Fram oil filter guarantee.
For the last seven days or more, I have lived a life outside my own mind as my brain begins the process of healing. The reality of the headache I was experiencing was far less amusing than that of the systematic illusions that came with my brain doing a major U-turn.
With the use of the constitutional right to free speech draining faster than my bathwater in the States, as well as in Canada, my head actually was able to transport me to Neverland, where none of the goings on and other shenanigans could penetrate or fill my skull with nonsensical, beyond reasonable and hateful rhetorical bias for the first time in months.
But like the guarantees, everything has an expiration date, and my healing began. Only to realise that upon awakening from my imagination, those who are responsible for our very own well-being have once again tripped from the imaginable to the delusional while I slumbered. Providing me with far more stories to share on my blog than I have hard disk space for.
Most can see now where this all ends. But perhaps we can always imagine a far better place where harmony, democracy, and community once again become the cornerstones of a better world.
A heartfelt thank you to the doctors, nurses, and orderlies at the University of Alberta Hospital for ensuring my brain was restored to its proper place. You’re amazing!
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