Common Sense

I obviously haven’t been blogging very much over the last few weeks. Some explanation may be in order, but I don’t really have any, except to say I haven’t all together felt like blogging… or doing anything else. I go to work, I go home. I sleep, I occassionally eat. I sleep some more. That’s about it.

I’m not an expert on psychology or anything, but if I had to name this feeling, I would probably call it depression. It’s not surprising, really. I’ve been taking an opiate analgesic around the clock everyday for over a month. There’s bound to be a little mood altering, but it took me off guard how over the past two weeks I haven’t felt the least bit of enthusiasm for anything. Almost a complete lack of pleasure from watching my favorite TV shows to eating my favorite foods.

I haven’t even left the house to go see my friends for quite some time. The first time I saw Sailor Moon since Snakes on a Plane was when I ran into him and his mom at the store Friday when I went to pick up my refill of pain meds. We ambled around the pharmacy and chatted. I went home.

It’s not that I haven’t cracked a smile or laughed in a month, but when I do, it’s over way too quickly and there’s no lasting happy feeling.

A few more weeks and this whole nightmare will be over, hopefully. Surgery is still on for Sept. 21. In the meantime, I’m just going to cowboy up and start doing what is expected of me, which is reporting the news in a funny, irreverent way damnit!