Friday, September 22, 2017

Exhausted Yet Compelled on the Trail of the #Blotto

Disclaimer: this is straight-up writing of active lung cancer in me but nothing in the #Blotto set of articles has been written with thoughts of trying to shock or disturb.  I am using in-home hospice and that's the best circumstance I could hope relative to being in a hospice clinic or, worst of all, to be admitted to a hospital.

I'm not sure the disclaimer serves so much purpose after this has been running for a while now but better to have it just in case.


The Instant Breakfast approach to morphine worked surprisingly well.  There are two ways morphine is available here.  The first is a timed delay pill at 60mg a pop and the dose is twice a day for 120mg total.  The liquid morphine has no delay so there's immediate effect and that's administered at 10mg or 20mg per squirt.  I found in the same period of the pill-form morphine it took 60mg to cover the day.  That doesn't mean the first prescription is incorrect as the much bigger problem is when there's not enough to get it done.

Probably nothing eliminates pain altogether unless you're so wasted you're oblivious but getting enough to maintain is the goodness and that's about where it sits now.  So long as I can maintain, I can ...

Zen Yogi:  you can hack it?

That's right, Yogi.  I can hack it and I fuckin' will.


The greatest joy joy feeling comes tomorrow when Tinkerbell and Seraphin will visit.  Various of some nasty symptoms are in relative abeyance just now so it won't be so harsh on them to see me and it will be fantastic to see them.  It promises to be an exceptional moment and I'm bringing everything I can to it.  Nausea and the hideous consequences have been relatively low today with a medium optimism on keeping things that way.  So it also went with an equally hideous scene with constipation and there are now enough laxatives of various kinds here to open my own CVS.

I've got much better surprises than this but my voice is strange since I don't really have one.  There is a benefit to you with since the chance of talking over anyone else is near zero.

Zen Yogi:  that's a good 'un as people hate that!

Too right, mate, and they should hate it since it's bloody bad manners.


Your best tip on getting here from the DFW airport came from Queen Bee.  She's an incredibly experienced traveler and she knows.  Her method was to use Uber and they got her here quickly, maybe within half an hour.

My concern is if you two get separated at the airport since it's a hub and it's monster so that could easily happen.  It seems to me the best answer to that is as Queen Bee did it.  Find an Uber cab and call me or Yevette for any more information you may need.  A call or a text will be appreciated anyway so we have some idea of your arrival time.  Hopefully you won't get separated but that's probably a good answer in case that should happen.


Since Seraphin is the Prince by Blood and by Birthright and consequently the true heir to Ithaka, that makes it ok to my thinking to plug one of my videos from a song which touched some people deeply.  One friend asked me to play it at her funeral and I'm sorry I won't be able to make that gig but my consolation is she doesn't need it yet.  The song is "Time Melts Like an Ice Cream."




Even if I do say so myself, the morphing transitions between the Texas Tornado and the Silas are worth the viewing.  The lyrics changed just about every time I sang it since there's been a tiny life-time problem with lyrics:  I don't remember them.  They don't register as musical entities with me and I really only hear the notes.  That's not a lament since my always joy is I ever played at all.


Much love to everyone since time does melt like an ice cream so you be sure to eat that ice cream before it melts into the sand.

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