The Vegetative Mind!

As I emerge from my morning vegetative state, the brain fog is slowly burning off, I realize this antibiotic treatment for the next twelve days, is probably NOT going to get any better.  On a positive note, the evening treatment doesn't seem to effect me quite as terribly. So, as I arose this morning already feeling like crap, I realized that by consuming another 1500mg of antibiotics sure as shit wasn't going to make my day any better.  As soon as I swallowed the horse pills, following Doctor's orders, I ate a bowl of cereal.  Not being a person who consumes food in the early morning, it was a challenge.  Cereal  was just about all I cared to or could consume.  Mr. Bill checking in on me, as he had been working since 6:30 am, was quite concerned he found me laying in a fetal position on the couch.  I wasn't asleep, just vegetating.  No highs, no lows just laying there as if I was suspended in time.  Kind of like watching something in slow motion and much like an outer body experience, I really didn't give a shit or at least I don't think I did.  With the brain fog, it was awfully hard to pin point the thought.  Maybe there wasn't even one, who the hell knows.

I arrived home last night or should I say early this morning at around 2:00am.  Tired but not really sleepy, I forced myself to go to bed.  Mr. Bill up at 6:00, I stayed in bed until 7:00, then began the first leg of this daily cleansing.  From that point on until about and hour ago, I existed in suspended animation.  Mr. Bill visiting a number of times or at I think he did, someone looked in the front door to see if I was still breathing, looked like Mr. Bill.  Jesus, I hope so.  If not, I sure as shit must of scared the neighbor.  Jokingly, I used to say, "if there was ever a fire in the house, let me burn, I do not want anyone to see the results of sleep!"  Actually today, I really didn't give a damn, or if I did I don't remember.  Good thing I wasn't into drugs in my younger  years, I probably wouldn't be here writing this blog.  I just don't tolerate drugs very well.  My Doctor called this morning just to see if I was sticking to the planned regimen and "how do we feel, today?"  That's bullshit, I know how I feel, she should feel G-damn good, she's not the one taking the drugs, and oh yes, she getting paid!  Probably charge me for the phone call.  On the other hand, with these drugs in my system, who gives a crap.  Again, on the the few and far between positive notes, the discomfort in my stomach, that had been radiating around the back to my spine, has subsided.  I feel as though I can eat ANYTHING but when I look at food, nix that thought.

In just a little over an hour I will leave for work, this week I am the closer.  The good Lord must have known, that my functionality would be limited, "let her drive when there is no traffic, just the wide expanse of I-4, where the gorgeous sky meets the road and the brilliant stars light the way!