The problem with having health problems and having to take medication for said health problems (at least some of them) and especially if one or two make you a bit groggy, making you feel that perhaps the room is tilted slightly to the left is…
…it does not mix with blogging.
Instead of writing up some wonderfully enticing, thought provoking content, one instead dribbles out something rather pitiful consisting of 5 to 8 word sentences that ramble all over the place and do everything but land on what the post is all about. God, I hate that!
Now I don’t take any sort of narcotic of any type not that I haven’t been offered a few of those over the years (some were even legal in nature), I’m just one of those types that are oversensitive to medication of any kind. So anything stronger than aspirin or the generic version of Excedrin for example can goof me up fairly quickly. I mean, don’t even get me near a bottle of Nyquil or I’ll develop a starboard list, crossed eyes and will most likely mumble something about how the wee folk ought to learn to clean up their messes before they retire for the day, in a rather bad Irish accent.
As time goes on, as you may have likely read here from time to time, the various injuries I sustained while in the service have been steadily degrading. Especially over the past few years in which the process has gained quite a bit of momentum it seems and the more this process continues the more the doctors throw medications my way to “help” ease the symptoms and conditions of said disabilities.
*sigh* I hate pills…
(Take a deep breath…now hold it)
But I’ve had to accept the fact that even though I’ve refused more medication than they’ve ever gotten me to take, the ones that I do stuff down my throat 3 times a day that leave me wishing that more of my brain cells were firing in the right order otherwise it might take me too long to remember where the bathroom is…..I actually need these (you can breath normally now). And that’s a hard road to hoe for someone of my pill hating nature.
The ironic thing about all this is right about the time that this rather accelerated downhill run began as far as my health was concerned (and thoroughly ignored by me at the time) I started blogging. And since I was still feeling somewhat my usual viral virile self and the VA hadn’t had me on nearly as much bottled nastiness as they do now, I was able to turn out some decent content–even for a personal blog. Now however, I often find myself staring at any given morning news content, stuck somewhere between the and miserable and slimy (political viewpoint obviously) and my morning cup of my once scalding hot coffee around the same temperature as a day old corpse in a morgue’s chill box.
I get about one hour from the time I haul my carcass out of bed until my morning medications hit my system where I’m fairly clear headed. Unfortunately I have to use this time to make my breakfast or heaven knows what I might be trying to eat if I wait too long.
Since there is no possibility now or in the near future to flush all these damn pills down the toilet I’m thinking perhaps it’s time to close down this blog of mine and start another one more suited to my current state of mind. I’ve thought this out somewhat, to the best of my medicated ability that is, and come up with a few possible titles as follows:
- Arbrimmhahmnn?
- Braymmharya says der habenfracas!
- What?
- Blurble in the woods
- The wandering brindlehababen
- Uh…I forgot…
- Mooomphff!
Content of course will follow suit.
I haven’t made up my mind (such as it is) about this yet and considering the chemically induced smog I’m peering through these days, most likely never will until such time that a miracle cure comes about and frees my system of these infernal “cures” in a little brown bottle.
Until then I suppose I’ll just have to keep plugging away at this increasingly lower quality, hard to navigate, “the Categories don’t make any damn sense” blog and hope for the best. Thank you all for taking the time to stop by and not giving me hell for it. 
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I think maybe you’re pushing yourself regarding your blog.
Of course it’s your blog and your decision, but for me [the reader] it’s all about the person that delivers the content. You could start blogging about wall paint or chickens and I’d still read it [albeit probably comment less!].
And what does it matter if the categories don’t make sense?! People will still come back here.
As a sidenote this is probably the most personal post I’ve read on your blog in a while and whilst I can obviously not fully grasp your situation, I do see similarities with my mum when she was ill with cancer and just how much her medication influenced her.
Take care.
Posted 11 Jan 2008 at 4:34 pm ¶Medicated blogging becomes more in depth and personal. It’s basically your mind writing and is more beautiful than a well thought out properly formatted article.
Posted 11 Jan 2008 at 10:35 pm ¶Morning Cat (at least for me),
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; What would I do without you? You have the rare ability to deliver a sideways compliment in such a way as it always makes me smile. Anyone can deliver a backhand compliment but it takes a real talent to produce and effective sideways one.
Wall paint and chickens? Now that’s a heck of an idea for a post…maybe even a new blog!…I’ll get right on it. I’ll even give you credit.
I do get frustrated at times but my sense of humor always gets into it even when I’m feeling like sh**. That sense of humor has carried me through some dark times so I’m hoping it will stick around for the long count. If not I’ll just have to hunt it down and shoot it.
Now let’s see about that “Wall Paint and Chickens” post.
Posted 12 Jan 2008 at 10:09 am ¶Hey Trish,
Now I usually spam that type of comment due to the fact that it refers to a “debt” site that may or may not be legit, but since your comment appeals to me and I really like the term “medicated blogger” (I resemble that remark)…I’ll let it stand as is.
If you and the “Debt Blogs” site are actually on the up and up please don’t be offended. You can thank all those worthless spammers and scammers that’s ruined it for everyone else.
Posted 12 Jan 2008 at 10:15 am ¶Hey, KirkM! Don’t say things like “closing down the blog”. It gave me palpitations. I had to go and take more medication. I would have written earlier, but I’ve only just regained consciousness.
Who gives a damn about categories? I don’t read ‘em. I read the posts. And if you do develop a starboard list, I’ll just hold the screen at a slant. It’s OK. Don’t give up. Please? Pretty please? With a cherry on top?
Posted 12 Jan 2008 at 11:41 am ¶Hey Grandad,
Hmmm, alright I won’t close it down. Besides, I’m fairly positive that those lousy SOB’s in the medical profession will come out with that “miracle cure” I mentioned exactly 15 minutes after I take my last breath (no chance of resuscitation that way). Of course that means you can’t quit either. Even after you publish your book thereby attaining world recognition and huge amounts of dough.
Need to do something with the sidebar though. How about a links section dedicated specifically to those strange Irish blogs I can’t seem to stop reading?
Posted 12 Jan 2008 at 12:15 pm ¶*sigh of relief*
Actually, I have a bit of a condition myself, that I don’t mention much. One of its side effects is that every now and then, my thinking goes haywire. I’m in the middle of one of those bouts at the moment, and am trying to write the book. My mind is a complete and utter blank, and has been for some days now. I know what I want to write, but I just can’t do it - it’s like driving a car through very thick mud. So I’m having doubts about the book now!! Even if I ever finish it and it gets published, it will sell about 10 copies, so I’ll still be here, prattling away.
[Jayzus - I've just written more here, that I have for the book in the last hour!!!]
Sidebars are a curse. They are always too empty, or too full. I keep jiggling mine
Posted 12 Jan 2008 at 12:35 pm ¶Ah, if only I could get to Ireland one of these days. Then we can sit in your favorite pub and I won’t be able to hear what you’re not able to say (mostly deaf you know).
About the book…Never give up! Never surrender!
And don’t sell yourself short. I bet it will sell 137 copies for sure! Now would you mind checking the sidebar and see if the heading for the Irish blogs section is appropriate?
Posted 12 Jan 2008 at 12:49 pm ¶If you buy one, it’ll be 138, and I’ll be able to retire to the Seychelles?
Posted 12 Jan 2008 at 12:58 pm ¶Sure I’ll by a copy and then perhaps you can retire like you say. Then you’ll have the chance collect these in your spare time.
And I’m not even Irish…how’s that? (I hope you don’t think less of me for it)
The cat is telling me it’s time for lunch (mine not his) so off I go. Glad the Irish section passes. Thanks!
Posted 12 Jan 2008 at 1:12 pm ¶Why would I think less of you for not being Irish?
Posted 12 Jan 2008 at 1:26 pm ¶No reason actually. Glad you don’t though nonetheless.
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