Feel the Reason

I didn't wear glasses. My mother was correct about that (she remembered me). Why would I have mentioned glasses to the people at the accident? "I don't know", I slurred. "They started looking for another child, in case he had glasses." She continued. I don't think she heard me. "They couldn't find anyone, but you insisted on checking if your glasses were broken." I strained to try and open the eye through which a little light was shining and saw my mother talking to the nurse, who was trying to sort out the blanket. Even in the hospital, Dunedin could be fairly cold. Then, slowly through the haze of my consciousness, I thought of what she had just said and repeated. "My glasses? Broken?" Light dawned, not just through the partial view of my damaged eye, but also in my thoughts. "Broken glass", I slurred. "No." The nurse responded. It's all right, there doesn't appear to be any broken glass in your eyes. Just some gravel and the blood has dried, so it's probably scratchy." "Noooo." I insisted slurring even more. Is the broken glass in my schoolbag?"

It probably would have been helpful if I had mentioned that the broken glass was actually a jar, that had been intact, prior to the accident. But which, in my injured state, I was concerned had become broken. It would no doubt have been more useful, if I had realised that I had not told any of the attending nurses, staff, or other people gathered, that the jar had a nest in it. That the jar had a nest full of hundreds of digestive fluid, ingesting, liquefied remains sucking spiders (see blog 26th November 2012) in it. That this, was the broken glass I was so concerned about, and in my delirium, I felt was still a major issue. You can tell, I was caring for the survival of the spiders. The talk I was hoping to give was still running around in my sub-conscious. My mother listened to what I had said and scoffed. "Why would you have broken glass in your schoolbag?" She sounded annoyed and perturbed. "I didn't have 'broken glass' in the bag, I had a jar." I began. My mother turned to the nurse and asked, "Is his bag here?" The nurse obligingly offered to check. She left for a moment and my mother came a little closer. "Honestly why would you have a jar in your bag?" "For the ....... I had barely begun when the nurse, returning with a large paper sack, on which I could almost make out the words, 'Patient's Property'. I recognised it rather than read it, because I had seen them before. The nurse was opening the bag to check on the contents as I started to say "Spi...."
"SPIDERS!!!!!!!! SCREAMED THE NURSE (sorry, screamed the nurse). She dropped the bag with a bang on the floor, as a small horde of spiders appeared to materialise over the rim.
(Continued tomorrow)

Small note, but since this is posted every day and I am travelling.... do know how hard it was to get to a connected computer? No wi-fi available, no shops selling sims for the ipad.. but thanks to Silicon tree Computers... we got it to you.