Living in Atlanta means brutal summers. It used to be that July & August were brutal. Now, many summers go from June through September. This one has started in May. The forecast for the foreseeable future looks like this:
We went out for lunch and the bookstore and I am queasy from pain. It also seems like my last steroid injection is wearing off.
I’ve cancelled a breakfast for tomorrow that I was really looking forward to.
My hope is that I can substitute that for lots of good writing. I have a new notebook waiting for a very exciting project.
I will be calling my PCP tomorrow. I have to get some pain relief.
My calendar is not showing past events so I’m not sure if it’s been a full month since my last SI joint injection….
Today’s FB memories took me back to one year ago today:
My last 45 minutes have been this. This is not funny. This is not in any way humorous. This is the brain storm I am living with right now. Or at least a tiny slice of it. 8 days to surgery.
*stands up*
*almost falls down.*
*goes toward bedroom….*
Self: See? Lazy. You’re just lazy. You’re…. wait. What? I’m what?
Self: Sigh. Can’t get the thought back.
*gets pajamas and starts up shower*
*gets lightheaded stepping into the shower stall* (Note: not a tub, just stall.)
*grabs onto door and wall*
*Successfully shower, leaning for a few moments on the nook where my shampoo and body wash is.*
(Now too tired for much internal monologue.)
*Dress, etc.*
*Walk like Otis Campbell down the hall and sit back on the couch.*
Self: You didn’t get any water. Idiot. Wait, huh, what was I going to get? Something…. Something from the… the left… What day is it? It’s….. Thursday. Yes, yes, Thursday. Because I handed bills over to accounting today. ………. Wait. No. That was yesterday? I think? I really need to write this down…… Wait, write what down? This. Stephanie. This. This is NOT YOU. Journal it so you know…………….. know what? I don’t know. Birthdays, I think….. or…… I don’t……. [total silence in my head] Ummmm. I don’t know. Maybe a lake? Or… We need to get maintenance on…. my…… ummmmm… my…. my…… oh! Car. Len did that when I was in Portland. So…. oh. Water.
So, I’m better than that by far.
I’m going to make an effort to appreciate that. I was blessed with a great surgeon and a great sleep study.
My Messy Prefrontal Cortex 