Nearly Ready to Go

Posted on May 6, 2005 in Medications Weather

Thanks to the Vicodin, I don’t have enough mental capacity to think as to whether I am feeling euphoric or sad after Monday’s surgery. Outside, it rains and each drop bounces off the thin skin of water like a pebble thrown from a roof. I’m collecting what mental faculties I do have and preparing myself to drive to an appointment. (I haven’t taken a painkiller other than tylenol since before midnight.) The storm promises to make things hard, so I intend to break out on an early start.

Get me out of this place. The inside of your own home may be a retreat, but it grows wearisome when you can go nowhere else. Demons attacked St. Anthony when he prayed in his tomb and I am under assault by filmy gray vapors who want to lull me back to sleep, deep sleep. At the moment, I am able to contain them and the road will not seduce me, but I must be careful and I must react to the fall of droplets wisely. I shall drive slowly (for me) and keep what wits I have about me. As I edge closer to the moment of departure, my wakefulness increases. My collar is up so people won’t be shocked by the sight of my stitches and soon my teeth and hands will be clean.

I am nearly ready to go.