Friday, November 25, 2005

"A dislocated knee cap is when the triangular bone covering the knee (patella) moves or slides out of place. The displacement usually occurs toward the outside of the leg."

Guess what happened to me yesterday?

You know, i am really, really, really pissed off about this. I mean, I've fallen out of trees, down stairs and slopes, slipped on concrete and knocked my head on more surfaces than i can remember(which is to be expected). But despite whatever situatyion I've gotten myself into, i've always been able to sort it all out withn a day. I mean, the last time i dislocated my shoulder, i managed to push it back myself. But why, why i ask you did this happen now? I walked into a freaking chair and dislocated my kneecap! (expletive), (expletive),(expletive)!And now, I cant leave the house for a week, possiblely two weeks, and have to go for some freaking muscle therapy thingie if i dont want this to happen again. Two freaking weeks of the holidays! Dear God!

***PLOT TWIST***

However, there is was some good to this .... this.... this occurance. I got to try nitrous oxide, or laughing gas, which is the most far out trip i have ever exprienced, if only because i have never exprienced any 'trips'..... i hope im using the lingo right.

anyways, when i first breathed the stuff in, I almost thought it wasnt going to work, but then suddenly my vision started to 'lag'. It was like a computer game. My mind seemed to seperate itself from my body, and i got the distinct sensation of being in a dream. then i saw a great deal of interesting things, which i would tell you about, but i forgot it all once i woke up.

But i did remember one thing. It seemed, when i was under the influence of the gas, that i could predict the future. I somehow knew what was going to happen a few seconds in advance. Also, i was reminded of a dream i once had, in which i was on death row because i had killed two people. In the deam, just as i was about to get executed, i remember praying like mad that the entire thing was just a dream. At which point, i woke up and forgot the dream entirely.

But, now, i wonder whether it was a dream. Maybe it was real, and God miraclously sent me back to my own past. I can't help feeling that, if i prayed when i was in that nitrous oxide induced state, i would somehow wake up and it would have been a dream. Is reality subject to perception, and not the other way around? Or maybe I'm still under the influence of the painkillers.