[The Story] “How’s Your Spine?”

When I think of “The Story” within the contexts of my life, usually, John and Trishna come to life in subtle ways. When I, for example, am resting my spine in bed after doing the best that I can to work through my constant spine pain, and when I close my eyes, my mind opens to their bedroom. It is a large bedroom and every morning, John asks Trishna some variation of “how’s your spine?”

Spoilers?: Minor [living with disabilities]

I imagine John’s empathy toward Trishna started immediately.

That immediacy was when they first met, online, when they were teens. They chatted throughout most of their teenage years without ever meeting in person. Trishna would explain her situation at length to John, mainly because he was interested in learning more about her condition, and because sometimes she would cut their communications short abruptly if she had a spine flare-up.

So when they meet, he would already knew about her spine condition.

The technical verbiage is still not something I have nailed down, even after all these years of thinking about it, but the feeling part I am unfortunately experiencing through my own method actions of having spine pain and my mind wandering to “The Story” like it would wander to some video or livestream as escapism.

It’s interesting that the more I visit their bedroom, the clearer it gets.

Their bedroom – first just Trishna’s, then, theirs, in Trishna’s parents’s house – is large. Their bed takes up about one-third of the bedroom. If they are in bed, looking forward, there is a television. On the left side closer to the TV is the door to the rest of the house. On the right side closer to the bed is a bathroom. Perhaps it was an add-on? The major features are usually always the same. A closet probably next to the door-to-the-house doesn’t appear often. A dresser and vanity are perhaps closer to the bathroom.

Along with the background setting are John and Trishna themselves.

The nature of spine conditions are an infinitely variable problem. One day, one morning, or one second, things could be fine, then either a movement, an inactivity, or even by magic outside of any known condition – I’ve had spine flare-ups without any change to my physicality, so, invariably, it must be magic – it can change. Usually, though, my mornings will be the best indication of how the rest of my day goes. If I wake up and my spine wakes up mad, then I’m going to have a rough day. If I wake up without much spine pain, then, I can usually be at least somewhat productive. Since my spine condition is similar but not exactly like Trishna’s, I imagine she, too, would have to live moment-by-moment with spine health.

I don’t think it would be a burden for John to ask about Trishna’s spine at all.

On her good spine mornings, they would go along with their days like normal. Perhaps he would still do things to help her, as she would for him because he also has a physical disability that prevents him from using both hands, so they would work together as a team – especially while still living at her parents’s place during part/all of college. On her bad spine mornings, John would get help from her parents when they would need to go to college or on their days off would let them know so he could rest with her either in bed or sitting in a nearby chair so she could sleep if needed.

These are all hypotheticals based around her worst-case scenarios.

I imagine her spine health might be stable from around her early-/mid-teen years up until past college. There may be an event later on when they’re in their mid/late 20s where her spine health degrades, but all of this is part of the beauty of fiction and writing itself. I have my whole life to write “The Story.” If I die before I write this, well, that would be unfortunate – I guess for myself and for others as well. I’m not sure exactly why John and Trishna picked me to be their writer, but I assume it’s because they trust me to tell their story in a way that is empathetic, compassionate, professional, provocative, and otherwise thoughtful. Trishna’s sister Sammohini “told” me this, per se, as the sort of instigator for the novella that I’ll write after I get back into fiction writing.

Here’s how my long-term plans size up:

I want to finish writing/editing/publishing all of the spine health essays in their entirety. This will ensure I’ve covered all my bases when it comes to digitizing all of my healthcare documents and this is the most immediate concern of mine, and perhaps most helpful to others. Next, all the Downsizing essays, and to move somewhere cheap, probably away from here and somewhere where rent is super cheap. All these essays will be under a publishing company I will start, which will include the A-to-Z of publishing my essays/fiction, and since I would have those gears in place, I could help others with their publishing goals.

Next, I would go back through and edit “Novel 01” – live.

My plans are to do a live reading of the novel, line-by-line, word-by-word, to figure out how I feel about everything. I’ve learned quite a bit as a writer since I wrote the novel, lived through the hell of the past year of the American Healthcare System nightmare, and more than writing excessively, meeting new people, and living life. I don’t know how many words or sections will be regretful or otherwise “jank” – to use the parlance of the times – but I feel like this will be fun. After that live-editing, I’ll do an audiobook recording, then write the novella. I don’t know at what point I’ll do livestream live-writings or how that would work, but I imagine those would be on good spine months.

Or, at least, after some good spine days…

Quotes: None.
Sources: The Story’s Imaginarium.
Inspirations: I thought about this title this morning as part of my weekly “The Story” essay writing slot and then eventually just jammed on the idea.
Related: Essays building “The Story.”
Picture: Template
Written On: 2021 April 19 [11:23pm to 11:52pm]
Last Edited: 2021 April 19 [First draft; final draft for the Internet.]


My big goal is writing. My most important goal is writing "The Story." All other goals should work toward that central goal. My proudest moment is the most recent time I overcame some fear, which should have been today. I'm a better zombie than I was yesterday. I'm not better than you and you're not better than me. Let's strive to be better every day.