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Strange things often occur and while I may take note, the only ones that concern me are those that appear to have human involvement, such as two bags of trash (not food) removed from our bin and placed in the woods.
This was definitely not the work of animals as the bin remained upright and the bags unopened.
Most unlikely the truck driver would have done it.
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That was a puzzling event, but not one worth worrying about and it was filed as “unsolved” with many others.
Yesterday, I experienced something rather more bizarre.
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We were once more in Clifton Park, this time for my post-tonsillectomy visit.
As you enter the building, there is a row of desks and you wait in line to be called to check in.
The young man who beckoned to me had the most charming and welcoming smile I have seen in a long while, not one of those pasted-on false smirks I’ve been on both sides of.
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This young man radiated nice.
Unusual, but certainly not strange.
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As the he typed on his keyboard, I began to notice lights flashing around the periphery of my vision.
Like tracer lights, they ran along flat edges of the equipment on the desk and when I looked up, around the shapes of furniture and fixtures.
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Peculiar visuals are not unknown to me but this was quite sudden and engaging, to say the least.
Perhaps it was the intense neon lighting. I have never been fond of it. So I finished checking in and went upstairs to take a seat.
Fishing out my phone, I thought I would have a look at the daily posts on Word Press but I couldn’t seem to get them to come up, so I sat back and looked around.
The lights were still with me, though less bright. I squinted, one eye, then the other and confirmed, both were affected.
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Interesting, so I wondered if this was a brain thing, but before I got too far with that thought, I was called back for my appointment.
Having answered the nurse’s questions, I awaited the doctor’s assistant and continued to ponder and became aware that my telephone had become hot.
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Perhaps I’d left it parked at Word Press and maybe it was in overdrive with the update, so I endeavoured to extricate it from all possible functions and gradually the phone began to cool.
Then I noticed that I wasn’t seeing those lights anymore.
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Was this a possible thing?
When I got home I went online and tried a number of ways to interrogate Google without any sign that it is.
What I did find out was that the phone had not been desperately trying to update itself, but had decided to record a video of my doctor’s visit.
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With touch screens, one supposes it can happen.
But how does that affect one’s vision?
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For many, many years, I have had ringing ears. These days the sound reminds me of insects singing in a tropical night, but I used to hear voices.
It was exactly like those indistinct news broadcasts that I heard from a transistor radio, in a remote location. Occasionally I could pick out a particular word.
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Grant suggested that the metal structure in my spine was acting as an antenna.
Who knows? I didn’t have any better ideas.
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Even before my spine was fused, I had personal electrical issues.
A couple of times, for a period of hours, I got electrical shocks in my legs.
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This being extremely unpleasant, I consulted a physician who advised me to go home and rest.
The first time, I was on midnight shifts which made this difficult to accomplish, but luckily the problem resolved.
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The second time it happened, I had been riding for some hours in a car with a draft on my feet and something told me it had been the trigger, though I don’t know why and I had no such notions about that first occurrence.
One could only presume that it was an issue of compacted nerves which can certainly feel like electrical shocks.
This morning I went to the dentist’s.
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Did I want novocaine? Being a complete coward, in the past I’ve always said yes, but today I said it wasn’t necessary unless a nerve was likely to be touched, which I was told it would not.
There was a nano-second when I thought I’d made a mistake, but I was spared that agony. It isn’t just the pain that comes with it. I don’t know about other people, but when my dental nerve is touched, my body levitates uncontrollably, which only deteriorates the whole miserable experience.
It’s how I became such a coward.
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What I did begin to wonder, as my mouth was poked around to the accompanying tune of the drill, was whether I ought perhaps to seek a new practice.
It wasn’t so much the savage jabbing at a gum or that the dentist got hooked onto my bib, all but throttling me without even noticing.
(A slight exaggeration.)
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It’s nice, that one no longer has to rinse and spit, the assistant’s vacuum being so much more efficient.
Except when it isn’t.
A little water is bound to escape and you can swallow discreetly. When it contains fragments of – whatever they were pasting on my tooth, it becomes less pleasant and at one point I began to splutter.
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Not that this alerted anyone to be more attentive.
Soon water was flowing over my shoulders and now I do not exaggerate.
Perhaps at times I am over-critical of medical practitioners, but surely that is not normal? I mean, they could warn you to go in a bathing suit, at least?
There seems to be an ongoing contest for my dentist to get more and more things in my mouth each time I visit!
Crikey! Such a lot to consider. but …the garbage. What on earth could that be about?
I think you have to be careful what you write on your blog Carolyn. You know, there are people out there who would love to have you in a small room to find out why all these weird stuff is happening to you! Haha, if I were you I might have looked at other dental practices (I mean, it’s going to be Winter soon and who wants to walk around in a bathing suit then)? I enjoyed your story so much, that I now have to go back to the top to look at all your beautiful photos.