Posted by: dlip | June 2, 2011

A bit of gallows humour

Sometimes the stroke sufferer feels like a trophy. A memento to a time that was. Kept there in a corner on a pedestal with four wheels, two large, two small; or left sitting like Patience on a pillar with four legs and a cushion at the back lest the once valuable article should fall down and break. Dusted off periodically and if the curator of the museum remembers, the cobwebs are removed. It’s not that I’m not grateful, it’s just that some days I wonder what would happen if the statue smiled, stepped off the pillar stuck its tongue out, waggled its ears and walked away. Would the onlookers applaud?


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