It’s five o’clock. My left eye opens. I feel just great! I’m ready to hop out of bed and go on my daily five mile jog. I should probably eat my very favorite Cascadian Farm Granola Cereal first though, to provide some energy for my exceptionally fit body. As I get ready to throw off my covers, all the sudden I hear a repulsive gurgling sound, then I realize it is my own laughter, a result of the amusement I find in my own sarcasm. Even after a full night’s sleep, I feel groggy. Limbs aching as though they were beaten with Thor’s Hammer all night, head feeling as though I was just knocked out by Mike Tyson himself. Mr. Tyson may as well bite my right ear off too, because I have lost hearing in it. I cannot sleep very well nowadays.
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Most of the therapy patients had dogs, which I was rather envious of, as I was a large fan of dogs to say the least. The hospital determined that I was unfit for a dog, so they presented me with a parrot. Who would want a parrot? All that the haughty thing did was squawk and imitate my gurgling noises, a result of attempts to speak. “Shut up, Jerome,” was a phrase I’ve attempted to say many a time, without success. I must admit, though, I find it quite hilarious when little Jerome makes fun of me with the noises he makes. I cannot say as I enjoy his presence in my room, but at least the hospital gave me a pet with a good sense of humor. I swear the thing even imitates my paralyzed, contorted face when he mocks my …show more content…
However, he is frequently allowed to fly around the room, just as he is now. I observe how Jerome moves his body, gracefully and efficiently through the air, reminding me of my past days. Back before being locked in my cage, my most enjoyable pleasures were physical activity and the outdoors. Whether it was sports, weightlifting, or just hopping into the wonderful nature of the world and taking a stroll, I loved it. I missed the feeling of fist bumping my teammates after we scored, being sore after a good workout, or looking into the baby blue sky, absorbing the crisp air into my lungs. Often I will dive into my mind and spend time replaying memories of these things. This no time for sadness, though, just a time to be thankful for those luxurious
Most of the therapy patients had dogs, which I was rather envious of, as I was a large fan of dogs to say the least. The hospital determined that I was unfit for a dog, so they presented me with a parrot. Who would want a parrot? All that the haughty thing did was squawk and imitate my gurgling noises, a result of attempts to speak. “Shut up, Jerome,” was a phrase I’ve attempted to say many a time, without success. I must admit, though, I find it quite hilarious when little Jerome makes fun of me with the noises he makes. I cannot say as I enjoy his presence in my room, but at least the hospital gave me a pet with a good sense of humor. I swear the thing even imitates my paralyzed, contorted face when he mocks my …show more content…
However, he is frequently allowed to fly around the room, just as he is now. I observe how Jerome moves his body, gracefully and efficiently through the air, reminding me of my past days. Back before being locked in my cage, my most enjoyable pleasures were physical activity and the outdoors. Whether it was sports, weightlifting, or just hopping into the wonderful nature of the world and taking a stroll, I loved it. I missed the feeling of fist bumping my teammates after we scored, being sore after a good workout, or looking into the baby blue sky, absorbing the crisp air into my lungs. Often I will dive into my mind and spend time replaying memories of these things. This no time for sadness, though, just a time to be thankful for those luxurious