Bedtime has suddenly become a multi sensory experience.
It’s kinda weird.
I lay in bed at night and I can hear the soft cush…cush…cush of the pump resting on top of me. It’s the rhythm of remission and in my tired mind I dance a dance of hope. A few times I haven’t heard it because Maggie the wonder hound snores like a linebacker. I listen harder and I find the beat…is it still there?
It’s kinda weird.
I lay in bed at night and I can literally feel the guardians of the gut being deployed. I can feel the drugs moving into place, I feel it in my rumbling stomach, I feel it tingle in my skin.
It’s kinda weird.
I lay in bed at night and I see starbursts on the back of my eyelids. Not the delicious fruit flavored candy, I see a cosmic explosion of light…purple, silver, green.
It’s kinda weird.
I lay in bed at night and sometimes I taste salty metal. It reminds me of a certain all you can eat seafood buffet in Catoosa, Oklahoma.
It’s kinda weird.
I lay in bed at night and I smell things too, we won’t go into that though…
It’s really weird.
I lay in bed at night and I sense that many of the possible nasty side effects have been kept at bay by a powerful prayer army.
It seems that…
God hears…
God feels…
God sees…
God touches.
That’s not weird at all…
That’s wonderful.
carbonated joy 