It’s been awhile since I’ve been too drugged up to write straight.
In other words, I don’t think I can make sense right now. I’m apologizing up front.
Or is it upfront?
One word or two?
Or a hyphenated two-fer: up-front?
I can’t remember.
Because of, um, the drugs.
Yesterday evening, as I drove home – south on PCH (Pacific Coast Highway),
I thought to myself, “It’s so beautiful! I wish everyone could see this.”
Then I pulled over, took a photo, and drove the rest of the way home.
Photo: Pretty ocean view on my drive home. (Excuse my lens flare, please!)
As far as the pain meds go, and writing under the influence …
I’ve been in a pain flare up since I went to San Francisco. (Turns out, taking a bazillion photos in a short time span isn’t so good for my bum arm.)
I maybe could have made it through the experience okay,
But I forgot to take my Moxxor on the trip with me.
And then, once I got home –
I didn’t take it as regularly as I had been taking it prior to my trip. (Only twice a day instead of four times a day – which would be FINE for a normal person.)
I’m not normal though. I’m a chronic-pain person.
I know a lot of people are skeptics (I definitely used to be!), but I swear it (Moxxor) has made a huge difference for me.
I’ve clearly learned now, I can’t be forgetful with it – or I’ll pay the price in pain.
Also, I’ve only seen The Neanderthal once in the last two weeks. That means all the muscles surrounding my bum arm/shoulder are starting to freak out too. I was doing pretty well at first, but in the last couple days things have started spiraling downward.
(I’m seeing The Neanderthal again today. He will hurt me. And help me. Sheesh! That’s the way it always works with that guy …!)
All these things combined, have resulted in a pain flare-up.
While visiting Dr. Painless yesterday, he suggested giving me an injection.
His exact words were, “Let’s give you a little poke in the butt before things get any worse.”
My response …?
“I’m sure I’ve had bigger pricks in my ass before.”
(Clearly, I didn’t THINK about the words coming out of my mouth when I said them!)
Have you ever seen a doctor’s face explode in laughter?
Literally – EXPLODE?!!
And then watch him try, in a valiant but vain attempt, to recompose his professional demeanor?
(He couldn’t. He tried. He really did try. But then …? He burst out laughing again. And again. And again.)
Anyway, I’m on more pain meds than I have been for awhile.
I’ve been on a “normal” (for me) maintenance dose of various drugs –
But now I’ve had to, temporarily, increase things.
I’ll be, hopefully, decreasing them again over the next 36 hours.
In unrelated news,
I’ve never been in a strip club.
Photo: Neon signs of strip clubs, etc. in North Beach, San Francisco.
Isn’t the above picture a FUN photo?
I love it because of all the competing colors and lights. (So much going on!)
I don’t have any neon strip club signs to photograph in South Orange County.
(Things are boring here – ocean views and suburbia.)
I had dinner in North Beach on the first night of my San Francisco trip. We went to a very nice Italian restaurant. On our way there (we were walking), we took a wrong turn. I felt like I was in Vegas, for a minute. (So many lights!) That’s when the conversation turned to strip clubs and the fact I’ve never been in one. This was shocking news to certain, un-named, people I was with.
How did I get from sharing an ocean view with you,
To discussing strip clubs?
It seems like I had other, important, things to discuss with you today.
I don’t remember what they were …
Have YOU ever been to a strip club?
Am I missing out on an important life experience?
Is it something I should put on my bucket list?
I kinda think they might be kinda EWWW on the inside?