estebanana -> RE: Conde' Bridges, Compendium of dimensions (Oct. 12 2015 11:42:00)
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Thanks for the well wishes. Still in bed, but not feeling like I've been hit in the head several times with a gold brick in a sock. The longest fever I've ever had, and for I think at least a day and a half was nearing 39.4C. It may have been higher, but I was too sick to check. I had mild hallucinations, uncontrollable eidetic images which would hover before my closed eyes and not dissipate until I opened my eyes and then a another would come. When I get back I will make a list of measurements and some ideas o how to make descriptions. I did say if you want to know which measurements to take to contact me. We can still do this, I am hopeful. The day I posted this thread was the first day in bed at home and I was getting care, but not bonkers yet. The previous day I had been to my shop, but I lay on my nap cushion form about 7am to 6pm as I could not work steadily. by late afternoon I began to get dizzy. Normally nobody checks on me all day unless I miss dinner at 7pm, but trundled home, and nearly fell down a long flight of metal stairs. The last thing I had been working on, before the day recuperated in the shop all day, I have been working n bridges for two or three days and these images were fresh in my mind. I had also been studying drawings a photos of many many bridges of all the great known makers. I have a strange thing I don't know if every one can do this, but I can take a photo and in the right state of mind I can work it like a computer program and create it in 3D in my image center and spin and flip it an look inside if it while holding the dimensionality of the object intact. I spent at least two days with pounding head pressure and a guitar bridge spinning and unfolding and rebuilding itself as an image in my mind. Also because I was not out doors uncontrollable images of my computer screen while online would appear. I would ask a question and sometimes my mind would show the computer screen searching for the answer. Eventually the mind would get tired and let the body rest and there would be a few hours sleep. Yesterday I felt in my body for the first time in five days and not floating around inside of it unsure of where the seams, edges and contours were. Finally an end to the uncontrollable Fujicolor mind lolling around inside a chilly sleeping bag of skin. That's how I experienced about three days. My head finally began to focus and I got a great chunk of focus from laughing out loud ( because it no longer hurt to do so) by watching a video of an English newscaster making sport of the Prime Minister diddling the pig. I can't share it because it uses the F word too much. But it changed the set of images in my head;" Cameron in a 5000 pound tuxedo, with a glass of sherry in one hand, no jobseeker blood, having at a pig with his posh ____. " I know, I know potentially offensive, but it was funny.
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