Blogging Under the Influence

Articulation of the mandible. Medial aspect.
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Not recommended.

Doing anything related to the Internet while under the influence of something (other than muse) is a VERY BAD IDEA.

So, why the heck am I writing this today? I should go to bed and read a book, or watch HBO. But no, I am here writing a new post, telling YOU not to do what I am doing now. How hypocritical of me.  I have a feeling I’m going to regret this tonight.

For the past month I have dealt with some very serious pain. Temporal-mandibular joint (TMJ) issues. My physical therapist suggested I ask my doctor to prescribe a pain-killer & muscle relaxant. I picked them up this afternoon. To be nearly pain-free for the first time in weeks is exhilarating. I want to write. I want to crochet. I even want to write-up documentation for work.

But I can’t. Because my brain is fuzzy. Yes, I know, but even more than usual. I have to squint my eyes around bright lights, so I have my laptop actually in my lap, sitting on the couch because the light over the kitchen table was too bright and the glare was starting to piss me off..

I catch myself staring at nothing. My eyelids are heavy. I think I need another nap. I have fallen asleep three times since starting this post.

I can only imagine how bored YOU must be….

Showerless?

Shower HeadHow long can I go without a shower? Not long. After 24-hours my hair is greasy and stringy, which makes me feel grubby and gross. I have, for various reasons, gone as long as 4 days without one. The first 2 were not too bad, but by the 4th I was a raving loony. Every inch of my skin itched. Especially my scalp. I had to wear a do-rag to hide my mess of a head.

I was ugly and  I wanted to hide under a rock.  I fantasized about hot steamy showers, big fluffy white towels, and shampoo suds. The bottoms of my feet itched so bad that I had to jump up and down, stomping hard on the floor. I looked like a bad tantrum happening.

So to answer your question – 2 days.

I Am My Own Worst Editor

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Progress is slow on the cookbook today.  I can’t write a recipe without tweaking another one, or formatting something. I keep telling myself, “just write, and edit later”.

I hate when I don’t heed my own good advice. These large piles of recipes surrounding me, sorted in some order that I forget when I leave my desk then return, are not getting smaller.  I know the reason for this, but I can’t help myself.  I catch myself reading sections that I have already written, then I need to change a word or two. I might need to add a note, or remove something dumb.

This editing when trying to write is bad enough. But the next day I discover I don’t like what I did the day before, so I re-edit what I wrote again. I need to write at this stage, and I’m just not getting to it. Grrrrr…

If you wonder if I would be a happier editor than a writer, I assure you I would not. Then I crack-up because my spelling and grammar are so atrocious that I stump spell check. And the grammar checker constantly nags at me. I write how I speak most of the time, between the California Valley Girl, Kansas Farmer, and the Hillbilly dialects, it is amazing that I write at all.

At least, I think I can. 😉