“It’s a Poopy World,” Finley declared as she informed us she had a dirty diaper.
Well Finn, I am in total agreement.
This new regimen that Dr Jemsek has me on........well to put it nicely........it stinks. Smells. It’s a Stinkaroo. Like Finn said, it’s a poopy world. Literally and figuratively.
Cipro and Zithro....these two, they sound relatively innocent, right? They even rhyme.....how cute. They come in these innocuous little balls (some sort of reverse vacuum packaging that I don’t understand.) They look like you could play baseball or softball with them, do a little duckpin bowling (shout out to Pauly), wear them on your head to a royal wedding, paint them and hang them on your Christmas tree, use them for your juggling act in Cirque du Soleil - almost anything but dispense medicine that will make one sick as a dog....all in the name of getting well. Which, I must admit is a pretty good reason.
I am having a lot more cognitive involvement lately. Words that are spoken to me become shapes and colors. Letters switch places, and instead of tracking left to right, they begin marching from the top of the page to the bottom. I imagine things moving quite often, thinking I see spiders, doorknobs open, curtains swaying, children and cats running all over the house - oh wait - that last one is real. A few more digestive issues are continuing to bother me, which I believe we’ve discussed, in extensa, so I’ll just let you use your imagination. That’s the Cipro/Zithro combo in a nutshell.
There’s always the old stand-by, it could be worse. True. There is no question. It could be so much worse. I am so thankful it’s not any worse than it it is.
And, as my sweet friend reminded me as I was crying about it all, it can only get worse. Also true. No doubt about it. These treatments will continue to get worse and worse for the next few months.
All in the name of getting well......a very, very good reason.
But in the end, I agree with Finley tonite, “It’s a poopy world.” Sometimes you just gotta call it like it is.
Well Finn, I am in total agreement.
This new regimen that Dr Jemsek has me on........well to put it nicely........it stinks. Smells. It’s a Stinkaroo. Like Finn said, it’s a poopy world. Literally and figuratively.
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| Tara Palmer at the Royal Wedding |
I am having a lot more cognitive involvement lately. Words that are spoken to me become shapes and colors. Letters switch places, and instead of tracking left to right, they begin marching from the top of the page to the bottom. I imagine things moving quite often, thinking I see spiders, doorknobs open, curtains swaying, children and cats running all over the house - oh wait - that last one is real. A few more digestive issues are continuing to bother me, which I believe we’ve discussed, in extensa, so I’ll just let you use your imagination. That’s the Cipro/Zithro combo in a nutshell.
There’s always the old stand-by, it could be worse. True. There is no question. It could be so much worse. I am so thankful it’s not any worse than it it is.
And, as my sweet friend reminded me as I was crying about it all, it can only get worse. Also true. No doubt about it. These treatments will continue to get worse and worse for the next few months.
All in the name of getting well......a very, very good reason.
But in the end, I agree with Finley tonite, “It’s a poopy world.” Sometimes you just gotta call it like it is.
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