I never know how to answer that question and I’ve been getting asked that a lot over the last several months.
Even If it’s someone I know, there’s a 50% (or more) chance what they’re really asking is the equivalent of “The sky sure is blue, isn’t it?” and is just a way to fill empty verbal space without a real interest in how I’m doing. The equivalent of passing someone in the hallway and asking “how ya doing?” before moving on. A way to acknowledge the existence of another person without getting involved.
Usually I just answer “fine” or “ok” or “meh” even when I would really rather curl up in bed and stay there all day.
For the people in my life who really are interested in the details, this is the best way I know to fill them all in without wearing myself out.
If you don’t want to get involved, go ahead and move along to the next post or web site. If you’re truly curious about how I’m doing today read on…
Some of you wanted gross-out pictures from the inside of my head so here you go.
First is the required non-squeamishy picture, not of my dog this time but rather a picture of a tasty sangria that I can’t have right now. Not that I would anyway since it’s 3am when I’m writing this but if it were 3pm I still couldn’t have one with the meds I’m on.
Go on, just look at that frosty glass and tasty, tasty liquid. You know you want one.
Excellent. Now that you’re all soothed, here come the crime-scene photos.
Though I may also move to here before the day is out.
Given that Susan hurt her foot last night, she gets first dibs on the recliner. Besides, she could easily take me in any fight over it.
Definitely missing my little friend morphine. Hydrocodone isn’t as good at night. There will be no dancing, jogging or car trips in my near future. Any strong head movement is baaad.