Groggy but better
Apr. 1st, 2011 03:38 pmGosh, those histamines really take it out of you, don't they? At least I do sleep at night now (though not nearly for as many hours as I'm used to), but I spend the next day with a pretty uncooperative body, something halfway between a rag doll and Plastic Man (maybe if I just practice a bit I'll be able to go full Plastic Man and then I can do all my chores without ever getting up from my seat again).
I try to regain control over my body by going for walks, mostly in places with low traffic (as I'm a bit groggy still and not completely trustful of my senses), which means I go places I don't usually go and notice things I've walked straight past before. Today I walked halfway round the bay Store Lungegårdsvannet and noticed for the first time a memorial pillar to seven members of the Royal Australian Air Force (463rd Squadron) who were killed in an attempt to destroy the u-boat bunker in the bay in 1944. I couldn't help but notice that the senior officer (and oldest crew member) was only one year older than me.
I haven't got any clever or deep observations to come with at this find, only that I seem to be tripping over bits of history with every step in this city. And I get the exact same jolt of surprise every time I realize all those bits of history involved real, actual people.
I try to regain control over my body by going for walks, mostly in places with low traffic (as I'm a bit groggy still and not completely trustful of my senses), which means I go places I don't usually go and notice things I've walked straight past before. Today I walked halfway round the bay Store Lungegårdsvannet and noticed for the first time a memorial pillar to seven members of the Royal Australian Air Force (463rd Squadron) who were killed in an attempt to destroy the u-boat bunker in the bay in 1944. I couldn't help but notice that the senior officer (and oldest crew member) was only one year older than me.
I haven't got any clever or deep observations to come with at this find, only that I seem to be tripping over bits of history with every step in this city. And I get the exact same jolt of surprise every time I realize all those bits of history involved real, actual people.