Monday, February 11, 2013

From the dark side.

Well, not really that dark.

This is all YOUR fault. I've got people insisting I'm interesting, no matter what I write, so here you go.

I got fed up today and took a drug cocktail that turns off 90% of my pain. (All within doctor's prescribing. Promise. And the meds I do take are low doses.) The drawback is, I get really loooooopy, and I can't take it every day or my liver will fall out while I go through drug withdrawal.

So. I spent the afternoon feeling good but unable to see straight.

I did what I always do in these situations; spun yarn, to distract myself. I'm three quarters done with the silk/wool stuff in blue and purple. I wanted to cast on for my hand spun socks, but I was pretty sure any kind of math - including counting to twelve - was a Bad Idea.

HOWEVER! The Goob is working hard at the glorious art of humor. Today's exchange:

GOOB: There are bumps in my gums.
ME: Yep. Those are your teeth coming in.
GOOB: What else would be growing there? Pickles?
ME: Good point.


Anonymous said...

So glad to have you back after that prolonged absence. And yeah, whatever you write is interesting... Loved Goob's pickle remark.

But somehow, I don't think the Vogue editors miss you too much. lmao


Sweet Camden Lass said...

I do love the Goob. I can just imagine.

Saren Johnson said...

You're back! I've missed reading you.

Donna Lee said...

I'm glad you get some pain relief, even if it's only brief. I had to take some meds yesterday (I was dizzy enough to make the room spin) and they make me slooowww in my speech and almost impossible to keep my eyes open. It was a tough day at work.

Barbara said...

heh heh heh, pickles. I do love the Goob.

it amuses me no end that you can spin while you're loopy. i can't find the couch when i'm like that.

Emily said...

I'm impressed at what you can do when you're loopy. Do you adapt eventually? To the meds, I mean? I lived on certain drugs for years with that "do not operate heavy machinery" warning, but I was so used to them that I functioned fine. These were not narcotics, though.

Yes, you're interesting no matter what and I miss you when you're gone...and the Goob, of course.

Galad said...

So glad you are back on the blog. Writing while loopy could be very entertaining :-)

The Goob is quite witty (which should make her teens VERY interesting)