Drug induced here and now ...

Focus on the here and the now.
Nutmeg and coconut oil and castor oil and research.
Metatarsal fracture.
Limping in the pain and other parts of the leg start hurting and the body slumps and the mind slumps like what is the frigging point.
100 mg Diclofenac. A red tablet.  Stomach twinges after swallowing.
12 hours later, pain is gone but it is there in the mind because it will come back. You know it will come back on the instep.

But fast walking and movement. Yoga done.  Stomach burning all the time like if you hungry.
No cake though.
Here and now. Get through the day. Cut the onion, strain the rice. Focus.
Thing to write and then the pressure cooker cries out reminding you of the Here and Now.
Mind is wandering all over. Things to do
Ginger to buy. People in Town. Walking among people and not hearing or seeing them. Words slurred a bit
Focus on here and now.
Mangoes, tangerines. Coconut. Smelling thyme and wondering what could be done with it.

Body feels flexible with the walking and the diclofenac slow releasing 48 hours later.
The yoga routine is almost perfect.
Determination to get through. Here and now.. no past no future just the stretch and the release.
Stomach not burning so much. Body not paining.
Here and now in your head all the time.
Bring the mind back.. either remove the clouds to find the light of here and now, or pull the mind back from the past and the future and the what might have been and the fearful what might happen to the Here and the Now.

There is no routine. Nothing is expected and yet somethings are happening over and over again.
Passion fruit to make drink, but feeling like making cake with it.

Stretching the body. Not thinking of the red 100 mg diclofenac. Not thinking of the serotonin which will not naturally come anymore. Feeling the stretch which is sometimes not possible.


You have made it to the Here and the Now . Be grateful.

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