Eyes to Subconscious: Hey, I see light… what time is it?
Sub: I’m not sure any more, I don’t even know where we are these days.
Eyes to Stomach: Dude, is it morning, afternoon, or evening out there?
Stomach: I thought it was morning on the last plane, but then the stewardess brought chicken and asparagus, so I’m as lost as Sub up there.
Eyes: I don’t know if I should let Conscious know to wake up…..
Left foot: Hey we rolled the other way, I’m getting blood again, Conscious is about to wake up anyway!
Eyes: Crap! Conscious is gonna be pissed it wasn’t me. This is not good! What am I gonna do???
Stomach: Yup, Conscious is not going to like foot being the waker.
Eyes: I know!! What am I gonna do?!?!
Sub: Puff up! Quick! I hear it confuses Conscious, she won’t know it wasn’t you!
Foot: Here it is! The needles are here! OWWWWW!
Sub: She’s waking up!! Puff Up!! Puff UP!!
Me, staring in the bathroom mirror 10 minutes after my foot and leg stop feeling like a million needles being pushed through it in rapid fire succession…..
WHAT HAPPENED TO MY EYES!!
Woah, I didn’t even know they were capable of swelling that much.
I’d be impressed if it didn’t hurt so much.
Airplanes suck the life out of me.