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Insulin Bird
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I've been on leave from work and bound to a daytimer's schedule for almost two months now, but since I opted to work overnight in my job (because being a night_owl is and always has been more natural to me) I inevitably find myself awake in the_small_hours.
Being quasi helpless while I recover from the departure of my_left_foot I am aware of the different flavor_of_silence that exists between my little apartment and my sister's house
Since I can't just get up and go for a walk (at least until I'm able to get a prosthesis), my world is narrowed in scope to where I can roll in a wheelchair without any help
The silence at this hour here is vast and deep, the settling of the house and the thrum of the heater are the ambient white_noise in this formerly suburban neighborhood subsumed by the ever-widening sprawl of the city.
By contrast, my apartment is always surrounded by a blanket of murmuring traffic, the busy cross streets never sleeping, just a ceaseless ebb and flow, like being in a soundproof room and becoming aware of your heartbeat and the subtle flow of your own blood within you (interspersed with the random chaotic scuttling of roof_rats)
In either event, I am sorely reminded not how much I miss my leg, but how much I miss my cat.
Snowflake's absence is the worst phantom_limb pain I know, silly as that may seem. Her and Spooky and Butterscotch and Tonya and Shadow... I don't feel them here like I do at the apartment
Instead of purring, I have this randomly sputtering,farty sounding vacuum device attached to the wound on my right heel (which I also fucked up before this whole adventure began)...and I never had to plug the cats back in to a charger like I do with this fuckin thing.
In my apartment
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