Living In the World, Not on It

As you., my few readers know, I went to Philadelphia Tuesday afternoon, had my doctor appointment at 0800 and left shortly after to return home. We drove down Route 287 for a while until the navigator, harboring its own thought-processes on how to get there, took us off the highway and put us on Route 206 South, which was, in short, a nightmare. We passed through small towns; many, many traffic lights, all of which turned red just for us; cows; farms; open fields... it was boring, long and complete with schoolbusses, the root of all evil where road travel of any kind is done. I wanted off of those backroad, backwoods lanes NOW! Eventually we made it to Route 95S (the other Route 95S - don't ask!) and there I happily took my chances with the local constabulary doing 80 - 85 the remaining distance until we reached Route 30 in Philly. Then the wretched traffic confined my speeding to low but steady numbers. That, and sheer stress - I hate driving in cities. Any city, really, but espe...

I still don't feel up to par, but the fact that I am so reluctant to eat makes the healing process just a wee bit slower than it needs to be. I'm working on it. Last night, I had rice from the Afghani restaurant. I figured that while the rice was flavourful, it was still bland enough that my stomach would feel good about it. Still, one can not help but feel tired with a day of meals such as I am having: 12 spoonfuls of Cheerios in milk a small cup of pear sorbet plain rice with some raisins four bottles of [flavoured] water instead of my usual 6 - 9 bottles a day I guess after all the eating of the past three weeks on the gabapentin, this is a drastic change. This is not what I sighned up for. I suffer more than enough abuse at the hands of my own body. Why this, too? Yes, that is just me whining. I get to do that once in a while. I haven't started the Lyrica, which in some ways is fine. I have always been anti-pharmaceuticals for many, many years. As the fun bits of this a...