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Sometime today I did something to my blog that made commenting impossible. I was doing a little tinkering and playing behind the scenes and as usual something broke. Now, normally this would go unnoticed. But sometime in the last few months I acquired actual readers. Can you believe that shit? So, now I have to be all careful with my tinkering. To all of you who couldn’t leave your witty insights today I apologize. I can’t say that it won’t happen again, however if it does I will do everything possible to correct it. I know how you all are waiting with bated breath for my next installment. Ha!

This is why I love having my own spot. I can go back, play with the code and learn new things, break it all to pieces and get it back together again. It’s awesome. I love it. Well, I don’t love getting emails telling me I fuckered something up. That kind of sucks. But it’s damned great when I get it back up and running. Woo-hoo! You know, I thought I liked designing themes/templates, but messing up the code under it all is way more fun.

Oh, and I probably should make a confession. I had some pain from an episode today (not a migraine, but the other shit. And no, goddammit, I’m not whining. OK?) so I decided to take one of these new pain pills Dr. gave me. He assured me that they are non-narcotic, non-habit forming and will work similarly to higher doses of Ibuprofen. Ok, that was fine with me. Take the pain away with all that other crap. Um, yeah, that fucker was lying out of his ass. I feel like I’m drunker than a monkey’s uncle (or however that goes). And happy. Not only am I drunk, but I’ve been slipped some marijuana. No lie.

I told that Dr. that I get some strange side effects from drugs. One time I took something with a “very rare” side effect of jaw clenching- and ended up clenching my jaw so tight that I broke two molars. Another one had a side effect of a bright red rash (”very rare”) and guess who turned into a damned strawberry. That’s right! Me! Another time it felt like I was getting little shocks all over my body. That one really sucked. I don’t seem to get the deadly side effects, so I guess I should be thankful. But I am very careful about what I take. Did my Dr. listen? I don’t know. I’m pretty sure he just listens to the pitch from the drug reps and doesn’t go too in-depth on the PI sheet. Ok, moving on.

So, the Dr. says I can up to two of these pills at a time, but I should take them with a full glass of water. Ok, I can do that. But I don’t want to take them if I don’t have to take them because, well, I’m funny like that. So I took one yesterday to stave off an episode I felt coming. Bam! Migraine. Guess what? That’s a “very rare” side effect. Shocker, that. I fought that damned thing with the best of ‘em. And eventually won. Yay for me! Anyway, back to the point.

Today I go out to work in my garden (those fucking furry little beasts ate all of my peas down to nubs. It is on now.) and before long I was in a full blown episode. Time for meds! I come inside and take a pill. Every joint in my body was on fire (not literally. Please try to keep up) and I wasn’t going to get squat done until it was over. I waited and waited and waited some more. Then I started cussing. “What kind of snake oil is that bastard selling me? This is flippin’ ridiculous! I’m going to go to that fucker’s house show him what kind of pain I’m in. Where’s the baseball bat?” TheMan suggests that maybe I should try another. Yeah, right. And send myself into Migraine Hell again? So a-researchin’ I did go. Seems I can take a Tylenol to hold off the migraines while this other shit works it magic on joints and bones (what the fuck kind of snake oil did that motherfucker sell me?!).

I take another, pop a Tylenol, and the we head to Millie’s for dinner. For those of you that don’t know, it’s very boring and uncomfortable there. TheMan seems to do a lot of bitching about me when I’m not there and then Millie has to “talk” to me about it all. But that’s a subject for another post. Anyway, suddenly I’m feeling a lot better. I’ve discovered that some people are flippin’ hilarious even when they’re not. I don’t force myself to eat the over-salted cuisine because I don’t care. I want to play with Baby. Then I decide I miss my dog and it’s time to go home. Plus I was starting to get giggly and that kind of behavior does not go over well at Millie’s house.

I come home and decide it was a perfect time to frolick with the dog in the yard. I wore him out. No lie. Then it was time to go a-bloggin’. Except I had to fix that damned error. Bah! That in turn has led me here. All fuckered up from that damned pill my doctor said was no different than Ibuprofen. Believe me I’ll be calling that bonehead on Monday. If I remember. And not habit forming? Shit, I feel so good right now I want to be like this everyday. Mwahahaha! I swear to all that’s good and holy I hate doctors. Idiotic, egotistical, no-penmanship-having, can’t get a script right god wannabes. Ok, ok, hate is strong. I do feel rather good right now. But if I get another migraine you better believe I’m taking it out on that rabbit.

P.S.

If I left a comment on your blog or you happened to have corresponded with me via email this evening and found my responses to be a little off, well, too bad so sad. Now you know why.

P.S.S.

This probably belongs in the evolution post. I’m putting it here.

P.S.S.S.

Someone got to my blog this way. There are some seriously sick folks in this world. I bet this guy had his wong out, greased up and ready to go and then pffffffttttt. Serves the sicko right. Heh.

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