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Today I am recovering from surgery.  They implanted a device which I am sure you have seen if you have cruised around the web site, and I have to say, the feeling I am having is not one that I expected.  I was expecting to feel pain, but the odd thing is that I have lost my habits of sensation.  I don't feel from within my body, I feel from a witnesses viewpoint. 

Let me try to explain.  The flickerings of other memories are already starting, and they are happpening when the psychotropic pain killers are just wearing off, and I am rising out of a short, restive nap.  What happens is, I begin to see another world.  Not my world, but a world in which I am familiar.  I don't exactly feel like a stranger, but I do feel like I am seeing things that I've never seen anything before at all.  Yet, it still is familiar.  It's like deja vu, but upside down, if that makes sense.

I blink, and they are gone, the images.  Here are a list of the images I've seen.

A woman in a green bikini, bending down to adjust the straps on a baby seat in a bike.  She is smiling.  No sound.  She has strawberry blond hair and is wearing a yellow and pink polka dot scarve or head wrap around her hair.  She smiles and then laughs and the makes a google face, and then.  Gone.

A man is eating a potatoe and his moustache is bouncing around. 

A woman, black.  She is peeling a sticker off the window of a house damaged by fire.  It is an orange and yellow sticker and it doesn not come off without a razor's help.  It flakes off and then leaves white flashes of paper. 

That's it. 

I am seeing the memories from different periods, and from the perspectives of different people, and it is coming together, hardly, barely, as if beads was being slid on to an invisible thread of wire, one bead at a time. 

I say this, because it helps explain the lack of pain, though, by all suggestion, there should be pain, as there was the prescription for pain killers.  Maybe they aren't painkillers.  Well, I won't be paranoid about it. 

Well, what I'm saying is that the pain is gone, but in place of pain, I think, is the fading in and out of images.  It's as if the pain I felt on earth before dissipates in the form of graphic presentation.  The drugs are making me weird. 

Like I said, it's as if I still have my body, but the presentation of images makes me think that I have disappeared, as if I"m in a tube of hallucinations.  It's the drugs. 

I would still like to have all the bodily privilages I had before my mind implant.  What will happen? 

Tomorrow I will go for a walk if I am healthy and not wobbly.  I am feeling a little wobbly, and even my oatmeal makes me queasy. 

Someone left me flowers.  I have included a picture of one of them.