Mornings I hate them.
They start off with the usual, gather clothes, find
compression socks use rest room, take 12-14 pills, three of them painkillers
and ends with feeling miserable for the next couple of hours, But fear not, I
am only REALLY miserable for long enough for the nausea of the pain meds to
wear off, which usually means its getting close to my next dose.
Ever feel like Spawn? I take my meds, and I keep hearing John
Legizamo’s voice in my head going, ‘Want to stay sane this too can be yours for
the measly price of your immortal soul and a butt load of pain.’ In my case it is
a stomach load of pain, but I am sure the colon would play if the bigger organs
would let it. Instead it sits in the corner with the game boy version of “operation”
and plays to lose.
I have not had any clowns from hell showing up to claim the
soul yet though, must be missing something.
This is what my wife calls a morning page, a little bit of
written joy I spread first thing in the morning to help my writing. If I get
good enough I get to graduate to morning squires. Or if I work hard and
continue to eat my 13 pills in the morning I could end up a morning knight and
have a morning monologue consisting of
“Blah blah blah, 11th order of the franzian, blah
blah, Zodiac is a beta male, two men honestly get colonoscopies together is
what this game is about”
Betcha thought after 12 or 13 years I would have forgotten
how to bash on JW. Nope. We are now just ghosts of amtgarians past.
This morning it’s to the pain clinic, to get my morning
lecture, or so. Nothing to review yet so I shall just say how I feel this
morning, pain lots and lots of it, followed by a pain chaser. All because I am
very convincing and my liver (being a part of me) convinced other organs that
going on strike at the same time was a good idea. My liver is pro-union and
uses its own version of union thugs to get its way. Right now they are using my
blood internally to write their protest signs, but they forgot as a group who
they were supposed to be protesting. I keep telling them that they are supposed
to protest the end of warehouse13, but they are not likening to me, I am the
man and they don’t listen to the man.
Ill yap more later, but the first thing I can honestly say
about this illness is it is breaking my mind with pain.
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