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

[jekesta]

I'm sorry I was a bit freaked out by what is essentially an okay thing. BUT OH IT SEEMED TO BE DEAD FOR A LONG TIME. I live in great fear of believing my limbs don't belong to me because that must be awful and quite difficult to deal with and if they were dead it would be OH. It is good it came back. You should do better than to let it leave again, bind it to you with promises.

[whatho.livejournal.com]

OH YOU QUOTED BEATLES AT ME I LOVE YOU. And I quite enjoyed your freaking out 'cause I feel I missed out on it personally when my arm came so spontaneously back to life and I just sort of got up and there we were. Not that I'm not very glad it did come back to life. Don't get the wrong impression, limbs. I would really rather it didn't happen again overmuch.