Andromeda
Seeping through each slit in the blinds, the sun began to lighten up my blacked-out bedroom enough that the effort to fall back asleep became a burden in itself.
Rest was an asset in every form after working such long days for weeks at a time. But my effort seemed to continuously fail.
Although my room was still so dimmly lit that it could very well be mistaken for midnight, my eyes struggled to accept any kind of simulation as I fought for their cooperation.
The truth is that my troubles to sleep are far from how bright my room was. My insomnia comes from the server pain I feel in every joint of my body. Most prominently as I wake up to start the day.
"Oh my hell." I grunted while arching my lower back, waiting, almost praying for my bones to crack and feel some relief. It is as if nothing is in place, and each of my ligaments is consumed in inflammation. A matter of fact, that is quite literally the truth.
I relaxed again as I lay on my bed staring up at the dark ceiling, the musty room enveloped in silence I start thinking to myself.
"There's no point in quitting, as I have already buried myself in this life. Just a few years too deep I suppose."
I know in the back of my mind as I think to myself there truly is no going back from the path I chose. There is no way to cure my chronic pain, especially permanently.
When I was 18 years old freshly graduated from Highschool, I completely disregarded a college education. A matter of fact, I completely wrote it off as a waist of money. All four years in junior high I studied welding, and absolutely loved it with all of my heart. Not to mention I was fairly skilled in it as well. Since then I have attended trade schools for my certifications and have found a beautiful spot as king of the hill working underwater, welding on oil rigs, cruise ships, and coastal infrastructure and I must say it has been one hell of an experience.
I couldn't create a list long enough with a 10ft sheet of paper naming all the perks that come with my career. But the list of pros, although long, matter none next to the cons. A matter of fact, there is only one con to my career, and in this stage off life the con is in full effect.
In my reality 90% of the hours I work are within a pressure chamber. Sleeping, eating, relaxing, basically enjoying myself but there is good reason for this leisurely time spent, and without grinding through my hours in this chamber, death would quickly become imminent.
