Thought experiment, and a great excuse for memes

I’m experiencing a thought experiment.

I am not good at time, but I think I’ve had some massive trigger or injury (or both) about every 2 weeks for 3 rounds now. This, on top of the usual merry-go-round of my underlying conditions.

I told a friend, “I’m really pleased. The chest pain is down to nauseating, instead of screaming and barking and cussing every time I move.” I was gesturing with the bad arm because of course I do — use it or lose it.

I live in a really weird realm. I often forget that, because I’ve got my parameters (and the wiggle-room) sussed out and just work within that.

With all this time to lie here and send my mind off wandering so it doesn’t have to put up with this, I’ve inadvertently been experimenting with different fantasies about where and how to live. It’s not practically useful, it just keeps my mind moving and lubricates the mental joints.

I used to be well, loved hiking and working out, could work and clean and cook on the same day and do all of them pretty well. In retrospect, I believe I worried a lot, over fairly silly ordinary things.

What would it be like to retrieve an age-appropriate amount of my old health, having survived all this? How much would I absolutely not worry about ordinary things?

That is my thought experiment.

Perhaps there’s a quantum world where I’m scritching Schrödinger’s cat while breaking the mechanism leading to the poisoned gas.

Nice kitty!