my book.....chapter 1  

lovehoney1969 47F
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3/17/2006 1:11 pm

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my book.....chapter 1


I’m Trona, I was born October 23rd on the exact moment of the cusp1969, this is a significant factor my life, mathematically the width of a single point in time or space is zero, nothing, unmeasurable, for example if you have a square that measures 60cm across and you draw a dividing line each half is exactly 30cm, therefore the line is nothing, I am a loud thinker so thoughout I will throw in my thinking patterns. So using the example I just gave, I was born in the split second between Libra and Scorpio, therefore right from the beginning, the time before I could know anything, I was nothing. So back to its significance, well seventeen years and 5 months later, at midnight on Friday March 20th 1987, I died in a tragic accident on the cusp of Pisces and Aries, yes that exact moment and was reborn.
I didn’t realise straight away, how would I? Fifteen days later on April 4th 1987, I woke up, alone in a room, with no idea of what was going on, but clearly realising I was in the hospital, I’m in no pain due to the massive amount of Morphine being dripped into me, but with what looked like a very painful leg in a traction of some description that was pulling me towards the foot of the bed. I had a few minutes in silent thought, gathered myself building up to a drama queen type speech, and in mock 1950’s style, raised the back of my hand to my furrowed brow and clearly yelled, “where am I, what am I doing here, what’s happened”.
Maybe 1 minute passed before a young nurse walked into the room issuing instructions to other staff that Mr Hartley should be paged and to find my parents. The rush hour of strangers into my room parted and become silent when my mum entered, a way was parted and she was there, beside me in the silent room. At this point I was thinking that maybe I was horribly deformed, how would I know if I was, I hadn’t seen my face.
Raising my hand, it was in a splint and full of needles, to my face, I was shocked and afraid when all I could feel was a huge swollen form with what I assumed were stitches. Yes my face had gone, what was there instead? My eyes filled up and my tears were only from fear.
Mum was holding my hand, rubbing my fingers, her face the only thing that that was right about this picture.
Mr Hartley arrived within 5 minutes, Mr Mark Hartley was a tall dark handsome man, in his thirties I guess, very distinguished looking. A kind face with eyes that searched for your answers before he asked the questions. His gaze on my face like he knows me, recognises me, my own face, although struggling with expression, would have been one of waiting to be introduced to this figure who had just entered, who was clearly respected by the others. Was he going start at the beginning or the end? I hadn’t been told what had happened yet, I did want to know, but the dream like state I was in confused me, was this real, if I spoke up and asked that question would everybody tell me it was real, if they did would I believe them. If this was my imagination, more real than a dream but such tragic realism that it could only be a dream then my dream audience would agree it was real, wouldn’t they?.
“Welcome back, Trona”, Mr Hartley smiled and his watery blue eyes told me he had seen pain and could see pain in me. I wanted to tell him there was no pain, that I was perfectly comfortable, to reassure him…..I didn’t though. The other medical staff filtered out and left my Mum, Mr Harley and myself alone and silent. My Mums lips were white due to the pressure she was holding them together at, her face was a mask of sad/thankful, happy/distressed and helpless. He remained standing although there was a free chair, he went to the foot of the bed and scanned the chart there, it was the only time he took his eyes off me, would he hold onto the chart or would he become more personal? He asked “how do you feel”, as I already said, I was in a cloudy haze of feel good heaven, no pain, nothing.
“I’m ok, am I ok, will you tell me the truth?”
“you had a car accident, do you remember anything?”
“you broke your leg, you will be here for a few weeks”
“I have to be out for 4th April, me and my boyfriend are going away for the weekend, it’s all booked, will I be out by then?”
“you may not be able to go, I’m sorry, I will be back soon, we can talk more”

rickyluvsfunn 50M
18 posts
3/17/2006 1:33 pm

very interesting...definitely want to read more...of course you also make me want to take a trip across the pond to europe...maybe if I could find someone to show me the sights....

digdug41 49M

3/17/2006 2:06 pm

interesting I'd like to see where you take it. I'd turn the page to find out

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ParrySprayPiped 52M
5 posts
3/18/2006 8:44 am

wow apr 4th is significant to me kat i woke up in the hospital from an accident with no idea what happened.but the year was 1983. it was a defining moment in my life and changed mr forever. true story. cptaintripsd

blobdude 50M

3/19/2006 6:09 am

I've heard of Mr Hartlry from your book

Doesn’t Mr Hartley make exceedingly good cakes....

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