Hi guys. I am not quite sure how to come back from such a gloomy post, but I'll try. First off, I am OK. Thank you all, SO MUCH, for your comments, emails, texts and phone calls. And if I said anything nonsensical to you in response to those messages, um... sorry. I didn't think that the muscle relaxers were having any effect other than making me pass out in slack-jawed coma for a few hours every afternoon, but I don't exactly remember posting some of the thing I did on facebook or sending some of the texts in my phone's sent folder (not that I said anything outrageous, I just don't remember saying it at all)... so I guess they were working after all? I'm still pissed off because my coworkers both got sent home with some grade-A quality painkillers and I got stuck with some bullshit muscle relaxers that my doctor-friend told me are pretty much placebos but WHATEVER. We're all OK, and that is what matters.
I felt pretty much like hell on Thursday and Friday, but I think I'm steadily getting better. I am back at work today, woohoo. Life goes on, and I am very, VERY grateful for that.
After the return of Jack Baur on Sunday night, I found myself at Sam's Club yesterday purchasing, among (many) other things, a 15-lb bag of rice and a 5-liter bottle of olive oil. Then I went through the pantry and pulled out things like peanut butter and told Joel "we need to get some more of this shit. This never goes bad."
And then I told him I thought we should get a gun and he spent the rest of the evening on the computer looking at tactical rifles.
The thing is, I love shows like 24 and Jericho... but they scare the living shit out of me, to put it mildly. And I can't even tell you how terrified I was after reading The Road. I used to have nightmares that revolved around there being some sort of natural disaster and my being unable to wrangle all three cats into a carrier before being evacuated. Now I'm afraid of riots and survival in a post-apocalyptic breakdown of society.
(After we decided we need to get a gun, I also realized we also need to get a goat, at least two sheep, and some chickens as well. And a fallout bunker. Joel will commence looking at real estate in Wyoming as soon as he finds the perfect gun.)
I'm either the smartest person I've ever met or the craziest. If it's the latter, I'd like to blame everything on "the amnesia", which is what I have taken to calling the drop in IQ I've experienced after the accident. Don't get mad when I can't remember what happened last season on Battlestar Gallactica! It's the amnesia. I think I may have over-inflated my front car tire, but I can't be sure. It's the amnesia! You know how it is.
Yesterday was my last day home before returning to work and I was very excited about the prospect of being home at 5pm to watch the entire hour of Gilmore Girls on ABC Family (instead of the last half hour, which I usually catch at the gym). No missing the first half of the episode, no laughing too loud because I have headphones on while I"m on the treadmill... just me, my couch, and Luke Danes. And then I turned on the TV to find Kyle XY on instead! If that's not a sign of the upcoming apocalypse I don't know what is.
Good thing we have enough soup to last us through the nuclear winter.