One Night at a Time

I wanted to clarify how this works in my mind. 
I don't ever have the whole story in just one night.  I start with an idea and fill in the beginning. The next night I start with the beginning and add the next bit to it. And so on and so on. Till finally the story is too long to keep going in my head.
I sometime wish I had the patients to finish one of these stories. I know one of them would be great. But.. oh well. I'm really not a great writer. Just wanted to get the older stories out of my head and hope that someone would like them.


Chapter One
Just A Flash

The most asked question I get about that day is "what did it feel like?" I say the same thing ever time. I. Don't. Remember. Being struck by lightening will do that to you. One minute I'm cleaning the pool minding my own, you know, and the next was three weeks later. Waking up in the burn unit of my local hospital.

That Saturday started out in a mad rush and just kept getting busier and busier. We had planned a BBQ for friends and family that day. I had a list of thing to do and one of them was cleaning out the pool .  Not my favorite thing to do. Normally my husband does it. However, he had to go into the office that day. Of course. I didn't have time for this chore. The sky had become darker as the day went. So after throwing a casserole together and popping it in the oven, I decided to get it over with. I had a list and cleaning the pool had to be checked off.  I probably knew that being around water with one end of a metal rod in my hands and the other end surrounded by water with a storm coming on fast was not a brilliant idea. But I was a major list keeper and it had to be done.

With storm clouds gathering and the wind whipping around, blowing even more leaves into the pool. I kept at it. In the back of my mind I went over all the things I finished for the day and the million things I had yet to get done. I heard thunder and sped up the sweeping.  When I was just about done, I heard the back door open, looking up I saw my husband waving to me. My mood lifted. I was just about to wave back when a bright light seemed to surround me.  That was the last I know of anything till three weeks later.

The next most asked questions is, "how are you now?" This questions is not so easy to answer. A years has past and I am almost back to normal. Physically. I had to have surgery to repair, in no particular order, nose left ear, skin grafts on my hands, left elbow and left hip.  Also, several internal organs fried to a crisp, had to be removed. Thankfully, nothing I couldn't live without.  Who know every body carried a few spare parts.  My normally straight black hair that used to hand down my back was cut short to remove the burnt ends, real short. Now I have a head of ringlets.  You know that joke about sticking your finger in an electrical socket will curl your hair?  It's no joke.  I'm still the same height, five feet six and I have lost about twenty pounds, real plus there, but basically I look the same on the outside.

Same face, same brown eyes, but a few less eye lashes a. I can look in a mirror and not faint at the sight,  I guess you could say I'm a "looker" but it will take some time for me to get use to the new, outline of my face.

My mind, my brain, whatever it is that makes up your personality, that has been the biggest change. My Doctor says the electrical change has messed with the electrical nodes in my brain. So now they are charged differently and I may experience a altering of certain personality traits. Let me try to explain. I was once a line by line thinker. Give me a list and I would bust butt to get done. I was organized and asymmetrical. Now, I guess you could call me an air-head. I can't keep two thoughts together. I move from one thing to another without completing anything. But the kicker is, I don't care! I'm happy. Weird. It's like I've always been this way.
Now, you may say this is all survivable and you would be right. But, hang on to your hat, I hear voices! No, really. Like I was some kind of radio receiver. I don't mean voices that tell me to do bad thinks, like shoot the President and stuff, I. I'm talking about voices from other people. Like I'm hearing their thoughts.

To be continued.....