The trouble with Just Thinkin’ is that it’s just plain getting harder to think these days. As anyone who’s followed this blog of mine for any length of time knows by now what a wonderful time I have with all this bloody medication I have to swallow. Medication which has extended into “Pain Killer” territory within the past few months, turning my daily routine into something more akin to slogging through a marsh with snow shoes strapped to my feet.
It makes it awfully hard to turn a deft phrase or any phrase at all for that matter when your mind keeps shutting down when you least expect it. It’s like trying to hoe clay in the fog. You’ve exhausted your resources before make 6 feet (lines?) and you keep losing sight of where you’re headed.
Now what was I saying?
I’ve seen the same thing when commenting on posts I’ve read recently. Where once I could easily sling out some fine comment rhetoric without a bat of the eye, I now find myself writing such pathetic dribbles as this:
“I…”
Or this:
“You…”
Or this:
“…”
Or, even possibly, this:
“Your ballerina tools are mostly delicate onions of the vastest nature. You should consider mostly the brown doughnut. The scabrous chicken jumped over the white dementia of my heartless bag.”
Sounds like spam email from about 3 years ago doesn’t it?
It’s no wonder that my favorite blog authors are no longer replying to these wondrous bits of comment prose I’ve been leaving around of late. They’re probably afraid that I might reply back to them I figure.
Even coffee doesn’t help and that’s saying something.
There’s no telling yet as to when I’ll be able to stop taking these pain killers but I wait for that day with baited breath (Never could understand the why’s of that phrase. Wonder what’s used for bait?). A great deal depends on when I’ll be able to have that surgery I was supposed to have done last October and the success thereof. Hurry up and wait and all that nonsense.
Until then I’ll just have to muddle through as best I can until that fine day when I flush whatever’s left of these little white mind killers down the frickin’ loo and salute good riddance to them.
And there’s so much to write about these days too.
Damn!
Nah, it’s not you. Comments are down everywhere. I did a survey.
And it’s Kathy Bates breath you need to worry about.
Sixty,
Ah, so I’ve had the spelling wrong all this time?
You need to get an alternate prescription for the pain killers – one that’ll enhance your creative side. Failing that there’s always crack (not to be confused with Irish ‘Craic’)!
I agree with Sixty and Quickroute, everyone has the Jan blahs, worried about jobs/economy/ many sick of the damn snow! It wouldn’t be a bad idea to discuss with your doctor alternative pain medication. Or better yet….fix the problem!! This has been going on way too long. Hang in there my friend, things will get better.
Quickroute: If only there were such a thing as a pain killer that enhanced my creative side. And I’m afraid that I have too many years on me to try crack. I’d probably explode.
Elaine: I’m seeing her (my doctor) the beginning of February and starting a call campaign to Boston tomorrow. Time to do something about this and sugar should not be an issue. I’m assuming that diabetics undergo surgery, yes?
Keeping the faith in the meantime.
Yes diabetics have surgery all the time, it just requires careful monitoring of BS before and post-operative. Many hospitals use sliding scale insulin protocol for diabetic patients. That just means your BS is tested before meals, and evening and depending on the reading dictates whether to give insulin and how much.