Many thanks for the kind words offered over the course of this stupid illness. I’m now about mid-way through my “vacation” and thought I’d offer a word on progress. These are the stages I’ve so far survived (though some of the later ones tend to do encores).
Gluehead – everything above the middle of the neck appears to be made of slightly stiffened mucous. One has a feeling that a good poke would cause the whole structure to collapse. One therefore doesn’t poke much. Certainly not good pokes, anyway.
Rakethroat – tiny rings of steel cilia surround the throat; anything that touches them–like, say, molecules of air–triggers an electro-convulsive reaction which causes the shifting of sharp iron plates. This causes one to realise just how often the throat contracts on its own during the course of the day.
The Ocean Mask – all breathing is done through a fine mesh of gelatinous material. Consequently, lots of effort goes into only a little breathing. Noises are created which seem to disturb others. One looks at power drills and wonders.
Taut Vent – one’s skin, muscles and other tissues are stretched as far as they will go by invisible strings. All breathing, speaking, eating, etc is done through a liquid medium, giving one the truest available experience of living under the surface of a swamp. This could also be called the Turtle Simulation.
Apologies all around for neglecting blog-reading of late; my internet connection is only fitful, as is my ability to concentrate. On a positive note, I dreamed the first paragraph of my NaNoWriMo project next time. No idea where it goes, or even what it means, but I liked it well enough to write it down.
Til next time, then.