Pain killers, Reviews & Madonna
I had minor emergency surgery on Tuesday afternoon. I’m okay, sore but okay, and I learned a valuable lesson – I cannot write while on pain killers. I already knew I couldn’t drive. Or walk well. Or do much of anything without basic assistance. I’ve got a very low tolerance for drugs. If it says may cause drowsiness on the label I cancel all plans for the next 72 hours. But I figured, I’m sedentary on the laptop, I should be able to handle writing. Um, nope, not so much. My brain becomes a fog of unusable thought streams. I’ll forever be amazed at how such literary giants as Hemingway, Joyce and Faulkner managed to create masterpieces while perpetually intoxicated. Here it is Friday and I’ve spent the bulk of the week being completely useless. I still hurt but I had to come back to the nine-to-five because well that’s where they hide the glorious paycheck. I’m popping Tylenol instead of the stuff that actually works, and I am trying to play catch up. I discovered that my ne