What an Idiot Does.....

So what does an idiot do?
....Makes a piece of bread spread with butter and honey
and sits down, picks up her laptop and.....
you guessed it.
Bread flips upside down and lands face down on said laptop's keyboard.

ummmm

sticky
Crumbly
gooey mess

I think I got it mostly cleaned up...but the keys seems a tiny bit slower and the touchpad a bit, well, ...jerky....which is probably due to a thin residue of honey left on it.

Nothing like starting your morning and wanting to kick your own backside from here to Texas.

More Fun than I can Handle

"Negligent" is too kind a word for my upkeep of this blog. "Abandonment" might do better.

The truth is that I've been too sick, physically and mentally to really be able to attend to it...and I"m not sure that it's any better right now because, being the anal retentive schizo that I am, I can't just leave it unfinished. And I'm finding that I must tenaciously cling still to an idea...like a dog after rawhide...until it is COMPLETE because if I don't I find myself typing things like "eihior lgioh hswoieuyyo "....and when I read it and try to retrace mythought-steps, they are gone like footprints in a dry snow during a blizzard.

So of course that begs the question: when is a blog finished? I mean done? altogether?
Is it when the writer is dead? When she has become so ill that she cannot physically peck out the words on a keyboard? Or is it when the words she pecks out make no discernible sense at all? Is it when she is locked up in a state mental facility...or comatose in a nursing home? Is it done when it becomes so boring that even the AUTHOR is bored?? That last possibility seems to be the one most common reasons for the death of a blog.

Anyway.
I started out with the goal of giving you some idea as to my path in the past two months. I had my hip surgery. And it was without major complication...unless you count the loss of a mind a major problem.

For about two weeks...I made NO sense when speaking. Couldn't recall diddly. Didn't recognize my family members...husband included. I was really only aware of pain. mind bending, excruciating agony which shall remain hereafter n0t described because it is completely indescribable. I cannot tell you what unit I was in....Who visited me; who cared for me....or what kind of prognoses they envisioned for me then. I was concerned because people weren't GETTING the ideas I tried so hard to portray to them. Even requests for a drink of water got lost in a tangled of words and thoughts.

Eventually, when I could put a whole sentence together, they decided it was time to be rid of me and transferred me to a rehab unit which is really a less intense level of care than was the rehab I 'd been in prior. This one resembles more a luxury hotel and therapy only takes up about two hours of my time in a day. Which was a gift from God who knew that more would have been more than I could handle. My energy is low. Pain level is constant. And my get up and go has got up and left.

I'm sheduled to go home on Saturday which will have been a month since my surgery date. And from there hopefully the fun will go on...

Lou Fellingham - There Is A Day