So

 

So, some days stand out.

 

For good reason. 

 

Then there are days that stand on their own two feet, grim and fat, with a malignant life changing potential.

 

Having an unexplained ignored pain for a few days (OK a week, two weeks…maybe three, but no more than that. Honest) I sit on the GP’s plastic chair, my back stuck to it. He’s carefully washing his hands. His wrung out word’s, seeming detached from my world, float and push against my ears. Small variations in air pressire. Sound; minimal energy disturbance of matter, travelling through a medium, changing my world. Such an intense irony.

 

“How long have you been waking with night sweats Kit?”

 

I listen hearing through my sensory density. Sound pressure. Particle velocity. Particle displacement. 

 

“Your test demonstrated a high level of ….cells”

 

Is this what they mean about the four stages; Sensory denial. Pressure of anger. Velocity of depression. Displaced acceptance.

 

“Further tests will be necessary. I’ll arrange these”

 

On the other side, I find myself staring, unseeing consciously unconscious, at the off white ceiling tiles, whilst equally not listening to the not quite grey music machine singing in diagnostic prognostic frequencies. It was, all a mystery.

 

“We can rule out…but. Further referral to… I’ll arrange this”

 

And the dog on the bike? He might look improbable, but he’s definitely more self determinate, in a relative way.

 

So. Some dogs stand out