Where's Jimi When You Need Him?

If this makes sense, congratulate me. I have been medicated since Friday, 27 May, when Dr. Brown did an arthroscopy on my left knee, the same knee I screwed up over 25 years ago. Damn, I’m getting old. Well, my body is, anyway. This time, I tore my meniscus, so nothing like the last time.

Good drugs, though. I was trying to be a big girl today and not take anything. Fuck that. Pain started shooting through like somebody was stabbing me with one of those hand-held knife sharpeners; you know, the long, round, metal thing with a handle, bigger than an ice pick. So, another day of haze. Unfortunately, not quite purple.

I was planning to write something profound here. Damned if I can remember what the hell it was. Wes is playing some game on the ps triple, and I lost focus. But here is a quote. Nothing to do with this post, though.

Quote for the day: Some people cling to their prejudices like old, comfortable clothes that should have been thrown out long ago. Patricia Dixon

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