Random Thoughts

WHEW. That was tough. I'm finally starting to feel human again, but it was touch and go for a while. I actually considered going to the doctor. Yeah. It was that bad. You laugh, but when a chronic doctor avoider such as myself even considers involving a health care professional, believe me, it's bad.

A couple years back, I got terribly, terribly sick. I was so sick I was practically comatose. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to open my eyes. I kept telling my husband that if he would just leave me alone I would be fine in a day or two. He believed me for a while, but when I started speaking in tongues, he took the initiative to call the Dr.. Then he dressed me, half carried, half dragged me to the car and drove me to the office. It turned out I really was very sick. I got even sicker when I had a bad reaction to one of the meds that had been prescribed, but again, I insisted I would be just fine. Hubby once again came to the rescue. He called the doctor, explained that now, in addition to the laundry list of symptoms I had when I went in, I was puking my guts up in alarming quantities as well. Anoter medication was prescribed and I got better.

You'd think I would learn, right?

So anyway, I'm feeling better now.

Some random thoughts from me, since I still can't really conjure up any brilliance or insight....

I'm reading Stephen King's new book "Lisey's Story" and I'm not digging it. It's a little disjointed, a little cryptic. The voice just doesn't seem right. It's a little contrived. And though he has successfully and convincingly written from a woman's perspective before, this time, it sounds like a man trying to write from a woman's perspective. I had high hopes for this book because I've always thought that he did such an incredible job of getting down to the bare bones of relationships and emotional baggage and the raw neediness that people have for one another. I'm disappointed. Maybe I just need to read a little further.

Why do politicians send pre-recorded phone messages? People HATE telemarketers. People HATE spam. Political pontification via my telephone really PISSES ME OFF and I can't imagine I'm the only one. What marketing genius told these people telephone campaiging was a good idea? You know what works? Those little signs that people put in their yard. The couple who just moved in next door have a sign in their yard in support of a candidate for Insurance Commisioner. Because they are a gay couple, I was curious about what kind of issues this candidate was supporting. I went to his website, I did some research. I will be voting for him. Voila.

My cat is eating his ass. He hasn't been outside for six months. Six long months. He has no fleas. He is not eating anything new. But all of a sudden, he seems pretty intent on eating all of the flesh off of his posterior and tail. It's nasty. I put the collar that he wore after his surgery back on him so he couldn't gnaw on himself anymore. He is not amused.

We consulted a psychologist about Diminutive One this week. His behaviors have been escalating to an alarming degree and he is not doing well socially or academically. He is not a bad kid, and I don't want him to think that he is inherently bad. But when he is constantly being told he is bad, that is exactly what is going to happen. I've got to help him find a way to navigate through life without pissing people off so much. When asked if he would be willing to talk to a special kind of doctor about his feelings, he immediately and surprisingly responded in the affirmative. I feel a little relieved because the responsibility is no longer resting on my shoulders alone. Maybe someone who knows what the hell they are doing can help us.

I have been watching the new show "Jericho". I have never been much of an alarmist or a doomsayer. In fact, I usually practice the Ostrich defense when it comes to large scale crisis. When 9/11 happened, I didn't turn on the tv if I could help it. It was a bone of contention between Husband and me, because he was compelled to be tuned in every waking moment, whereas I couldn't deal with the constant onslaught of horrifying sounds and images. When people were stockpiling food and water for Y2K, I scoffed. But this show man...it's freaking me out. It's making me want to put together an emergency preparedness plan and start squirrelling away tampons and toilet paper. In this show, many major cities have been decimated by nuclear explosions, Atlanta being one of them. The fact is, I live on the outskirts of a city that is an International hub. It's not beyond the scope of believability that it could be targeted by terrorists some day. I wonder how much it would cost to build a fallout shelter.

I am also watching "Heroes". The guy that plays Mohinder? SSSSSSSSSMOKING.

Tomorrow I go in for Lasik. It's going to be somewhat surreal to see without glasses. I wonder how long it will take me to stop trying to push them back up on my nose, or reaching for them in the night. I have been monumentally selfish in pursuing the surgery. It's going to make things tight for a while. I could have saved us a lot of money if I had waited until after the first of the year and used the flexible spending plan, which takes pre-tax money from Husband's paycheck and deposits it in a medical savings account. But if I hesitate, I will lose my nerve. It's as simple as that. So I am going forward, selfish though it undoubtedly may be.

Forgive my inattentiveness and lack of commenting this week and thanks to all who stopped by and left comments even though I have not been able to reciprocate. I will be back to my regular blogging self by Monday, I think. I have a few ideas swirling around in my head and I will try to coalesce them into some riveting reading. If I'm able to read after surgery, I will make the rounds and try to catch up.

Wish me luck. GULP.