A couple of days ago I had the best day I have had in so long I can’t really remember. It was awesome!
No, I didn’t win the lottery or Publisher’s Clearing House. I didn’t get a free trip to the Bahamas. I didn’t get anything….except to feel fantastic, incredible, happy, healthy, normal. For me normal is the highest height I can aspire to. It’s the highest feeling I’ve had since I got FUBAR’d. (Thank you Arnold Chiari Malformation and MS….you suck a big green weenie)
It started when I woke up at 4:30 am. Very unusual for me lately. Normally I would hit the snooze about seven times and sleep until almost 5:30 am. But I felt really awake and so I rolled with it. I got up and fixed homemade biscuits and sausage for everyone for breakfast. After I got everyone off to school and work, I sat down to read for a few minutes. When I looked up again I decided that feeling normal ROCKS and so I would use that time to do something constructive. I proceeded to clean up my paper avalanche around the computer.
When I die it is going to be from being suffocated by a large pile of paper that I couldn’t think well enough to decide what to do with.
So I put the FAT principle into motion and divided everything into three piles: File, Act, Toss. That eliminated about 90% of the paper. Then I filed the F pile and that left me with the Act pile. So far so good. Then I tossed 3 years worth of old files and dug down to the current page of my desk calendar. That right there is more than I’ve done in months and months.
After I was done, I could actually get to my computer without climbing any paper mountains and without a native guide. I was happy. I then went grocery shopping with Rocky and Pony. When we got back I put away groceries, loaded the dishwasher, did some laundry, and fixed dinner.
Sounds like a small fraction of anyone’s normal day, doesn’t it? Yeah, I know. But for me it was like a life orgasm. I got to spend a day being sorta like I used to be. You know, like a real person. Like a human being that can get up in the morning and look around and say…..I need to do this and this and this…..and not mean ONLY this and this and this but mean in addition to my normal stuff.
What I can usually do is get up in the morning and look around and say to myself….how in the name of God will I ever be able to catch up with all this stuff? Then I get really optimistic and say to myself….just pick a couple of things to do and don’t worry about the rest. Then I look around and there is just SO MUCH that I haven’t done that I can’t decide what needs doing most. Which makes me feel like a total slug and worthless in the extreme. Then I get to feeling bad about myself and it ends up where I spend most of every day trying to keep from cutting my own throat for being such a worthless excuse for a human being.
Because I can’t lift my hands over my head because it messes up my neck and I get headaches and vertigo, and I can’t bend down because it makes me dizzy, and I can’t stand up straight for long because it makes my knees go numb, and I can’t and I can’t and I can’t and I can’t……..! My entire life is the things I can’t. Sometimes I just go ahead and do it anyway. Then I spend days where I can’t think good, I can’t walk good, I can’t talk good, my head hurts, my neck hurts and that damn screaming tinnitus will not leave me alone. I don’t understand what people are saying to me, and I don’t get what they want and I don’t know how to say that I don’t get it. I am terrified of becoming stuck in that state one day.
But the other day……I had a GOOD day! I live off of those like they are food.
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Questions and Comments 11/23/10
November 24, 20101. So, do you think that the airports will hold up the airplanes while the protesters are getting all felt up by airport security? Or will they go sailing off with a bunch of lucky people who were on standby?
2. Exactly who is the brilliant genius who thought up Four Loko? How did this stuff get past the powers that be? I think that Four Loko is a terrorist plot to undermine and destabilize our youth! Wait…toooo late!!!!
3. How come no one in this country is screaming bloody murder about insurance companies and the crap they pull? I mean, these people can take your money for years, give you nothing in return, and then drop you like a hot rock when you use them for exactly the reason you pay them. Which means that they got to rob you blind, then walk away with all your money and no one even bats an eye. Since when does anyone in this country get to promise you protection for a fee and then walk away and give you nothing? Ummmm besides the Mafia, I mean.
And here we conclude the questions portion of our evening. We will now begin the comments portion.
I get all discombobulated thinking about the airport security question these days. Because I totally get the need for security. If I were getting on a plane I would want everyone from the pilot on down to myself to be searched with a fanatic vigilance. I really don’t relish the thought of being aloft in a bombed out airplane. However, having said that, I also completely understand the feelings of violation that some of the people feel who have undergone the pat down. Personally, I think that if I was flying, I would use the machine. It would serve them right to have to look at that!
Caffeine and alcohol go together like cheese and drill bits. mmmkay? Need we say more? Why yes, I believe we do need. The fact that this stuff was on the market at all leads me to believe that I could concoct a drink consisting of herbal tea and battery acid and it would be allowed on the market. Apparently there are no regulations governing this kind of thing. Next thing you know doctors will be prescribing anti-suppresents and diet prozac.
How sad is it about the stampede on the bridge in Cambodia? Dang…..
What is UP with all these mine disasters lately? I realize that this is a question and we’re supposed to be done with that but seriously…..WTF? Is this designated as mine disaster season on the universal calendar of events? Where do you supposed one could get a copy of that calendar? THAT would be a handy-dandy little thing to have, wouldn’t it?
Welp, tomorrow begins my mad dash to try to get Thanksgiving Dinner on the table. I’m trying to decide what all I can cook a day ahead. The good news is that the turkey is now slowly thawing in the fridge and I have all the ingredients that I need to cook everything I had planned to cook. We’ll see how it goes. Luckily I have a built-in excuse if everything goes wrong: I’m the one with brain damage. Everyone else however has no excuse because they allowed me to handle it all. What kind of poor judgement is that?
I also have two deer hides that I have to do something with. I really hate to start messing with them on Thanksgiving Eve. It’s really a messy endeavor. Maybe I will try to take some pictures of the process and we can see how it works out together.
Oh! One more thing…..MDH is going to be in The Horse Magazine! He’s building a motorcycle for a contest. I’ll keep you posted on that too. Or…you could always subscribe to the magazine. But I will have the inside scoop. So stay tuned!
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