I Owned Up To Some Weird Feelings...
...and I received this reassuring comment:
Nah you seem like your usual sultry self.
Then I read a comment from a blog bud that showed her clear understanding of my current mental status (I'm not nuts, but I could be if I wanted to) which helps me in some way:
Can't possibly imagine why your anxiety level is through the roof, Little One. ;)
Yep. Short term memory. Strokes do that. Then you're sure you're loosing your mind.
I guess it's true that misery loves company... and as selfish as it may be, I was very pleased to read that comment. I'm sorry to hear of any sadness, but I must admit...misery loves company and I'm glad someone got what I was saying. It pleases me that I got the feeling across.
In case you were wondering, I don't know why the stupid letters have the boxes around them and I can't figure out how to make it go away. That problem came with the hideous new version of Blogger and I've been baffled by it ever since. Any suggestions would be sincerely appreciated.
I've been drinking coffee all day except for the time I was eating a bag of those sour neon gummy worms. I hope I don't have to run briskly any time soon. I would hate to be in the hospital on an entirely new unit, the Cardiac Care Unit. I can deal with my brain being screwed up, but I need my heart. And apparently I won't be needing THAT for much longer. Once you start losing your mind, the rest doesn't matter. I'm just a misguided afternoon jaunt into alligator territory away from a permanent bed at the local nursing home.
I do remember to feed the ducks and they, along with the seagulls and a few crows, seem to know who I am and they start flying in to snatch cereal pieces that I toss in the air into their bird mouths. When I walk over to the water, it doesn't take long for the usual species to start swooping in to meet me. If I stay out long enough, even the big turtles will show up occasionally. That's pretty much the most peaceful, relaxing and enjoyable thing that I do lately. Granted, I'm not doing dreadfully much, but I do have the birds.
Maybe I should take in some sustenance of substance...ya think? I don't have much of an appetite so, like any good old lady, I have vitamin shakes...the kind you make with milk, not the crazy expensive bottles that they gave me at the hospital. They are good so if I have to have something, I'm glad it's something that I like. But before I resort to the vitamin shake, I must stand in front of my cabinets with the doors open, stare into them and then do the same thing to the fridge. Who knows what new stuff might pop up?
Nah you seem like your usual sultry self.
Then I read a comment from a blog bud that showed her clear understanding of my current mental status (I'm not nuts, but I could be if I wanted to) which helps me in some way:
Can't possibly imagine why your anxiety level is through the roof, Little One. ;)
Yep. Short term memory. Strokes do that. Then you're sure you're loosing your mind.
I guess it's true that misery loves company... and as selfish as it may be, I was very pleased to read that comment. I'm sorry to hear of any sadness, but I must admit...misery loves company and I'm glad someone got what I was saying. It pleases me that I got the feeling across.
In case you were wondering, I don't know why the stupid letters have the boxes around them and I can't figure out how to make it go away. That problem came with the hideous new version of Blogger and I've been baffled by it ever since. Any suggestions would be sincerely appreciated.
I've been drinking coffee all day except for the time I was eating a bag of those sour neon gummy worms. I hope I don't have to run briskly any time soon. I would hate to be in the hospital on an entirely new unit, the Cardiac Care Unit. I can deal with my brain being screwed up, but I need my heart. And apparently I won't be needing THAT for much longer. Once you start losing your mind, the rest doesn't matter. I'm just a misguided afternoon jaunt into alligator territory away from a permanent bed at the local nursing home.
I do remember to feed the ducks and they, along with the seagulls and a few crows, seem to know who I am and they start flying in to snatch cereal pieces that I toss in the air into their bird mouths. When I walk over to the water, it doesn't take long for the usual species to start swooping in to meet me. If I stay out long enough, even the big turtles will show up occasionally. That's pretty much the most peaceful, relaxing and enjoyable thing that I do lately. Granted, I'm not doing dreadfully much, but I do have the birds.
Maybe I should take in some sustenance of substance...ya think? I don't have much of an appetite so, like any good old lady, I have vitamin shakes...the kind you make with milk, not the crazy expensive bottles that they gave me at the hospital. They are good so if I have to have something, I'm glad it's something that I like. But before I resort to the vitamin shake, I must stand in front of my cabinets with the doors open, stare into them and then do the same thing to the fridge. Who knows what new stuff might pop up?
posted by Meg Kelso | 2:09 PM
2 Comments:
If you knew the three ring circus inside the tent that is my head, you would quit worrying about small things and just drink in the wild life that...
hup!
What was I trying to say?
I"ll have to get back to you.
Get well luv.
I have a good feeling about your recovery.
By the way. Did you see "The Fly" with Jeff Goldblum?
Putting in these letters and numbers at the end is beginning to remind me of the computer not recognizing his voice after he turned into a human fly.
I'm just a misguided afternoon jaunt into alligator territory away from a permanent bed at the local nursing home.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
You're fine.
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