5 Haikus…..just because!

For a bit of fun!

Well, it’s Day 6 of the Health Activist Writers’ Challenge and boy, my brain is tired! Writing every day is certainly a challenge when you’re battling through the day with health conditions already! I enjoy the process of writing and creating, but I’m grateful for some less emotional-writing days. Today’s suggestion is a fun one, there’s a few more ones like this coming up. I couldn’t resist doing a bit of research into the topic, though. (Of course)! x

I’ve been delving (briefly) into the world of Haikus.

Haikus are a type of Japanese poetry that date back to the end of the nineteenth century. In the western world haikus are simply three lines that consist of 5 syllables, 7 syllables and 5 syllables, respectively. They don’t have to rhyme, and their simple format is intended to add something intangible to the experience of the poetry.

The Japanese language is so different to English that there is some argument that to attempt to achieve a similar effect the 5-7-5 syllable format should be reduced to a 3-5-3 format, which gives you some idea of how brief an entity they can be.

During a bout of insomnia I came up with the following daftness. (It was really good at getting my brain to switch off and let me sleep, too! Who needs to count sheep when you can count syllables?)!

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I was ‘normal’ once,

Eek! Dysautonomia,

Now unusual.

I started this blog,

To help make a difference,

But it helped me, too.

I love Magic Dude,

He makes me smile and chortle,

Worth his weight in tea.

Sunshine makes me feel

Like the burden lifts awhile,

The warmth eases pain.

I love to drink tea,

I’d drink it all the day through,

If my legs allowed.

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And speaking of tea….

x

Comedy outcome of crossing the loud-music event-horizon

After valiantly creaking home in slow-motion from the asthma-clinic appointment that I’d forgotten all about and therefore not included in my morning physio’ (doh!), I allowed my legs to pretend to be heavy leaden things. I left them to it on the proviso that they were not to introduce manic pain levels because I was ‘being good now’, honest! So I sat at the laptop waiting for my body to get happy enough for me to think more coherently, whilst enjoying a friend’s nutritional advice on the health benefits of biscuits and booze!

I eventually ended up writing about something I enjoy, which keeps my muscles more relaxed and so will hopefully reduce the level of the, now imminent, pain flare-up.

Lovely.

Then…..at half three in the afternoon….with the sun streaming in, and the open window letting in the fresh air and the birdy/traffic/sort-of-strange-chopping noises from the Urbanised Great Outdoors…..my neighbour came home and decided to demonstrate their ability to feign hosting a party for stressed out, anxious people with jack-hammers.

It probably sounds like music in their house. And I’m sure they’ve had a long day at work and all…..but…..the bass noises sliced right through my brain! Not because of any migrainey tendencies today, just because it was distracting erratic bass noises interrupting my thought patterns. I had to give up writing.

So….I decided to introduce my neighbour to Machine Head’s latest! Anyone that’s ever dabbled in rawk music should give it a whirl.

I knew it wouldn’t be long before my noise sensitivity caused me to turn it down again but, as I couldn’t stand up or walk at the time, it was a quick and easy way to let them know that someone was at home! They’re a nice couple, we each know how much noise travels through so we just let each other know that we’re at home and it’s all fine. (Unless they’re having a party, then Magic Dude and I end up wearing our best sad-faces and reaching for the ear-plugs).

I surprised myself, though. The sudden change from gentle outdoor sounds to rockin’ guitar had an immediate effect on me in a rather epic manner. I went from being a quiet and responsible blogger, to….

….wearing an idiotic grin whilst attempting a whiplash-flare-avoidance version of head-banging and waving my ‘devil-horn’ hands at the ceiling in grinney-happy defiance!

All whilst stuck in bed, legs totally immobile and buried under both duvet and laptop table!

Yep, I'm probably too old and creaky for this, but it made me larf!

Yes, I am Elle, I live with the Auto Gnome, and I have a problem, hehe…. I lurve my music!

It makes my soul sing, my mouth grin, my eyes twinkle, and I feel all kind-of excited inside my chest whenever I get to turn the music up. Infrequent and rare as those opportunities are. Perhaps that’s why it has such a strong effect!

Once I cross over the loud-music event-horizon the behavioural outcome is likely to surprise anyone unfortunate enough to witness it!

Ahhhhhh, but I feel soooo much better for that! And I’m only on track 3!

Music is good for my soul!

Not everyone likes to rawk, so here’s the chilled out acoustic version of ‘Darkness Inside’. I don’t usually pay much attention to lyrics, it’s the sounds that make me smile, but this one is about how music can fill our souls and set us free. Ahhhhh, x

Of course, if you’re really intrigued about the original version, then here it is….

It’s turn-it-up-and-shout-along material, hehe

x

Made-up superheroes valiantly defeating insomnia…Dahn-da-da-daaah!

I was up late and drawn back to the ‘create your own superhero’ website…I decided that, despite the advice of ‘The Incredibles’ Edna Mode…Super-Elle should try out a cape…..

I suppose that really the inky-black sword is Gnomes Bane. So this must be Super-Elle, or the CRPS Avenger, or the Dys’….er….Dys’-tiller (?!) or sumfink. Yep, I was lacking in sleep, can you tell?!

And here is the fabulous Edna Mode, daaahling…

Did you know that there are some CRPS patients out there who use ‘RSD Angel’ as a reference? The patients strive to be the best they can despite their crippling pain levels and, frankly, anyone in that situation needs a bit of recognition and a bit of a lift or else keeping going under those circumstances gets really untenable. So why not lift each other with something like a reference to them being an RSD Angel. If it helps, it’s worth it. So anyway, yep, you’ve guessed it, I decided to create my own CRPS superhero styleee angel, hehe. I’m about 12 years old inside my head, aren’t I?!  😉

And then, just coz it was nearly midnight and I needed to keep doing stuff for a bit longer to beat the insomnia, I created Billy, too. She’s rock ‘ard, by the way…

Wee-eeell, once I’d given the superhero some eyes, a nose, etc.. it was quick and easy just to change clothes and colours. And with very little brain usage… hence the helpful assistance with the aim of trying to get sleepy.

I got to sleep really quickly after this. Not sure that it should be a regular thing.. I’d end up with every possible superhero filling up my hard-drive if I did that!

Go-awn, you know you want to! ….

http://marvel.com/games/play/31/create_your_own_superhero

Super-gentle hugs from me, x