FOG

FOG is the disease I contracted just after my surgery. It occurs when you take two vicodin and a muscle relaxant. Apparently, in my adult search for good health, I forgot how fun it is to be good ol' fashioned high like the sky. Today, as I write to you from the sky, it's a gorgeous day - clear with a slight breeze behind my eyes.

Good thing I’m writing this down, because tomorrow I won’t remember a word.

The "don't try this at home" version of cloud 9 is cloud 10: the remarkable triple dose of morphine that they administered to me in the hospital (who knew that was the drug I was demanding when I screamed "MORE!"). Morphine's reputation precedes it. Intense, beautiful, serene? Oh no. Cloudy was the head in my bed.

It is NOT peaceful to have everything that you look at move. When I looked at the ceiling it would melt into the walls. If I tried to look at the walls... well, they would quickly drown the floor. Forget looking at the floor; that's when the levee breaks.

Move over morphine, endorphine is coming back soon.