Not actually gory.

[whatho]

I sat up in bed this morning and had absolutely no idea where my right arm was. I could neither see it nor feel it. I had an overwhelming sense of its absence. I decided probably it was underneath the blanket, so I pulled that aside with my present and functioning left arm, but it pretty much wasn't there. Luckily the movement was enough to dislodge my absent right arm from its true hiding place, seemingly twelve yards above my head. I'm not saying it was actually detached from my shoulder, because that would be a fib. But it thudded down audibly into my lap, where it lay quietly and alarmed me. I heard it land, but I had no sensation in it whatsoever, I couldn't move it any more than I could move the wardrobe, and also it looked unsettlingly pallid and boneless. I stared at it for some moments, almost said out loud 'Is that my right arm?', then picked it up with my left hand and waved it around in front of my face, which was mostly entirely bizarre because it was like a cold, heavy and entirely nerveless plasticine thing.

Then all the life flowed back into it and things were essentially back to normal.

Odd though.

Comments

[whatho.livejournal.com]

Oh! I was wearing a dressing gown! This must be the key. I never suspected the hidden paralysing peril of the humble dressing gown before.

[jekesta]

OH MY GOD I AM BURNING MY DRESSING GOWN. WHY WHY ARE THEY EVIL?

(Did your comment used to be about loving murderers and Nazis? I suspect so.)

[whatho.livejournal.com]

I believe them to have seams of evil. I don't know know if I should sleep without my dressing gown and risk frostbite or wear it and risk FULL BODY PARALYSIS.

(Yes. It was probably something to do with Goebbels or someone along those lines, I think. I can't remember.)