Morphine looks like lots of fun. I don;t think I've ever had it, myself. Michael was quite entertaining on the stuff. He was talking about random things that made no sense, but kept his visitors rapt with attention. One such turned out to be a case where he misplaced a word. He was talking about Tennessee, a place he's never been. The next day, when asked what inspired him, he clued us in to the fact that he really had meant "surgery", but couldn't think of the right word. Yvonne brought him a shirt which says, "I Survived Tennessee".
He's eating. It's a good thing, I'm told. That boy is skin and bones. We have a follow-up visit with the surgeon this afternoon. Shall we can her the "Tennesseean"?
I am groggy this morning. It's the allergy meds, I think.
We're all about drugs around here. Zyrtec, Morphine, caffeine... we're fun.
I'm having this sense of falling down Alice's Rabbit hole. Here I am all stressed about finances, working, and trying to pay for my children's lacrosse habits....yet, discussing new furniture, massive home additions, and speakers by the pool. It's surreal.
Have you ever read Alice In Wonderland? You really should. I believe that was something of a drug-induced tale, come to think of it. Opium, or some such. The story is profound, and the applications to real life analogies nearly endless.
Right now I feel like Alice. Life is a parade of fantastical sights, and that elusive white rabbit, and his clock, keep leading me deeper.
As long as the Queen of Hearts doesn't decapitate me, I'll probably come out alright.
It's hard to keep anything like perspective though, with my feet in two different worlds.
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