Well, really, this message holds true not just for today, but for all of these hellish times, both on the macro and micro fronts of life, don't you think?
"Keep Calm and Carry On" is an excellent reproduction of a British World War II propaganda poster. It was gifted to me by the kind, brilliant and uncommonly attractive Julie, a Dollin Reader, my sister in flickr, and a design diva of the most discriminating sort. She's also a prophet of the highest order, as the poster arrived just in time for another bout of the blues - a regular holiday feature for many, most especially the sad and sorry lot of us adult survivors of child abuse. It also reminded me to keep a Brit stiff upper lip through my gnarly oral surgery last week, though the post procedure dosings of Percocet loosened my lips plenty.
How are you on the prescription narcotics? Do you have wacky dreams? The odd and random compulsion to do anything and everything? How about drooling from your gaping, open mouth - does that happen to you?
Of course, I can check off all of that and more when I'm on a prescription drug high. Stuff is bitchin and a bitch, all at once. Bitchin because the wacky dreams have included some ooo-la-la, unbloggable imagery of my hunky hubs. A bitch because his ex-wife (a bitch, to be sure) showed up in the dreamscape, demanding to have the hunky hubs back. I woke up from that one before I had a chance to break her bony, anorexic ass in two, and that was a disappointment, because that woman is long overdue for a smackdown.
Odd and random compulsive activity includes bidding on these Ferragamo shoes from ebay:
An amazing deal that I won for a mere $50. Apparently, nothing's wrong with them. We'll see when I get them. Even if they're worn-out or fake, these beauties should help me complete that fashionable look involving black tights and short-ish black skirts. Anything to get me out of the Uggs I wear day in and day out.
Another odd and random but not at all materialistic activity has been sending little text messages to family and friends on my cell phone contact list. The message goes something like this:
Random message of love 2 u xoxoxo
I'd like to think of these texties as little bits of fairy-love dust, but the recipients more than likely sigh when they see who the sender is and wonder when the hell will my Percocet prescription run out.
Finally, about the drooling. I've not been able to capture those precious Kodak moments and the hubs has not been willing to take a pic of me sleeping, mouth agape, drool everywhere. Kind, Dollin Readers of this blog will know that I have no shame and that such an unattractive image of my mug will find its way online sooner or later. For now, all I have to offer is my glorious, glorious facial swelling.
You'll note that the swell is limited to my cheek pockets on the right. That's because the surgery had to be aborted midway as I had not one but two asthma attacks while under general anesthesia. Awesome! So awesome that I get to go back under next week and have the left side done. Hence, the withering look on my face.
Keep calm and carry on. Keep calm and carry on. Keep calm and carry on. Keep calm...
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