For just one day, I would like to be able to forget my "illness". For just one day, I would like to not feel any pain, no matter what I do. For just one day, I would like to have the energy to do things spontaneously. For just one day, I would like to be healthy. I'd go back to this right after, but for just one day...
I would get up at 6:30, as usual. I could get out of bed right then, not ten minutes later, because I wouldn't be tired from not having slept properly. I would walk around my room and get everything I needed, walking back and forth whenever I thought of something. I'd go down the hall to the bathroom, take a shower standing up without wondering whether it was worth it, and return. I'd get dressed and brush my hair standing up, without weighing the consequences.
At breakfast I would sit wherever I wanted, never mind how close it was to the food lines. I wouldn't have to sit with my feet up in class; I could face the table like everybody else. It wouldn't matter if someone shouted or banged on the table. I could shout or bang right along with them. No one would trip over my crutches or have to worry about bumping into me.
After school, I'd go through rehearsal without my crutches. I wouldn't have to wonder if I could be on stage as long as was needed. I wouldn't have to deal with horrible pain coming out of it. I could go to dinner singing all the way, without having to save my breath for pain.
After study hall, I'd hang out with my friends, never thinking about how much I was standing or who was bouncing a ball where. That night when I went to bed, I'd snuggle under my covers, able to have the whole blanket for snuggling without the blanket support taking some away. I'd get real sleep for the first time in months; its quality would not be compromised by blankets hurting my feet.
...Wouldn't that be wonderful? A normal morning, a purely fun rehearsal, a spotaneous evening, and real sleep! It would be amazing. I want that just once.
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I would get up at 6:30, as usual. I could get out of bed right then, not ten minutes later, because I wouldn't be tired from not having slept properly. I would walk around my room and get everything I needed, walking back and forth whenever I thought of something. I'd go down the hall to the bathroom, take a shower standing up without wondering whether it was worth it, and return. I'd get dressed and brush my hair standing up, without weighing the consequences.
At breakfast I would sit wherever I wanted, never mind how close it was to the food lines. I wouldn't have to sit with my feet up in class; I could face the table like everybody else. It wouldn't matter if someone shouted or banged on the table. I could shout or bang right along with them. No one would trip over my crutches or have to worry about bumping into me.
After school, I'd go through rehearsal without my crutches. I wouldn't have to wonder if I could be on stage as long as was needed. I wouldn't have to deal with horrible pain coming out of it. I could go to dinner singing all the way, without having to save my breath for pain.
After study hall, I'd hang out with my friends, never thinking about how much I was standing or who was bouncing a ball where. That night when I went to bed, I'd snuggle under my covers, able to have the whole blanket for snuggling without the blanket support taking some away. I'd get real sleep for the first time in months; its quality would not be compromised by blankets hurting my feet.
...Wouldn't that be wonderful? A normal morning, a purely fun rehearsal, a spotaneous evening, and real sleep! It would be amazing. I want that just once.
