People on dialysis can have what experts call “fuzzy thinking.” I had this before dialysis so it doesn’t bother me.
I’ve learned to enjoy the small things in life. Small bites of pizza, small shots of booze, and small breasts. You never know what life is going to throw at you. I think my girlfriend would like to throw bricks. Fortunately my head can break brick and there would only be a small wound. My aches and pains are rapidly trying to turn me into a old man. Thank goodness I retain the mind of a sixteen-year-old. That I hope never changes.
I have been putting my brain on cruise control lately, not really wanting to do any thinking.
I just sort of react to things, or, if I get motivated, I might Google something.
I can go for days like this, and that’s fine with me. Thinking has never been one of my strong points, especially when I was in college.
506 laser beam shots to my right eye last week.
What’s worse, my eye doctor said he only saw six brain cells left when he looked behind my eye.
He’s always joking. I told him they must work pretty well, although this time of year I get a little goofy.
My body is falling apart–thank goodness there are doctors putting me back together.
I think after the holidays I may need to get my head examined again.