Acid trip
OK.
I don’t know what I did, but I had a colorful description written about how I’ve been coughing for a month and a half, went to the doctor and turns out it’s like an acid reflux thing, acid eating away at my linings and making me cough.
Then my witty prose went bye-bye for no apparent reason.
Well, yes, I somehow clumsily hit some strange combo of buttons that ultimately pulled the plug. But I have no idea how I did it, how not to repeat it and still couldn’t do it again if I was paid to. Unless I was paid not to.
Anyway. Don’t really feel like re-writing my story, but you get the gist of it. The highlight was: the doc gave me a three-week free drug sample (gotta love that!) the purpose of which is to kick my overeager stomach juice into submission and let my linings heal. If you want a more precise, actually accurate and less colorful description, YOU ARE READING THE WRONG BLOG.
Or, as Heather would say: blob. I love my blob. It’s so … so, blob.
In other news: I requested a Burpee seed catalogue (hee, hee, Burpee. Just getting that one out of the way.) I spent tonight highlighting those I want that will grow here and writing out lists to see what might look good where. Of course, being cheap, I chose all seeds when possible. Now, as I think of it, I really can’t actually imagine I’d be clever enough to plant 10 different kinds of flowers from seed. Not smart, greenthumby or ambitious enough. Plus, I’d have to buy a bunch of soil, pots and find a place to put them where they’d get sun. Good luck with that. Not cool to spend money on seeds because I’d be saving money then get pretty little (empty) pots of dirt for my trouble. I can just see that happening.
Perhaps I will rethink the seed thing, just buy one or two seed packets and do the rest from plants. Yeah, sounds good.
Unless I do nothing, because when it comes right down to it, planting plants means weeding. And let’s face it, I’m hardly getting that done with the plants I have this summer.
Ah, well, it was fun to dream anyway.
I don’t know what I did, but I had a colorful description written about how I’ve been coughing for a month and a half, went to the doctor and turns out it’s like an acid reflux thing, acid eating away at my linings and making me cough.
Then my witty prose went bye-bye for no apparent reason.
Well, yes, I somehow clumsily hit some strange combo of buttons that ultimately pulled the plug. But I have no idea how I did it, how not to repeat it and still couldn’t do it again if I was paid to. Unless I was paid not to.
Anyway. Don’t really feel like re-writing my story, but you get the gist of it. The highlight was: the doc gave me a three-week free drug sample (gotta love that!) the purpose of which is to kick my overeager stomach juice into submission and let my linings heal. If you want a more precise, actually accurate and less colorful description, YOU ARE READING THE WRONG BLOG.
Or, as Heather would say: blob. I love my blob. It’s so … so, blob.
In other news: I requested a Burpee seed catalogue (hee, hee, Burpee. Just getting that one out of the way.) I spent tonight highlighting those I want that will grow here and writing out lists to see what might look good where. Of course, being cheap, I chose all seeds when possible. Now, as I think of it, I really can’t actually imagine I’d be clever enough to plant 10 different kinds of flowers from seed. Not smart, greenthumby or ambitious enough. Plus, I’d have to buy a bunch of soil, pots and find a place to put them where they’d get sun. Good luck with that. Not cool to spend money on seeds because I’d be saving money then get pretty little (empty) pots of dirt for my trouble. I can just see that happening.
Perhaps I will rethink the seed thing, just buy one or two seed packets and do the rest from plants. Yeah, sounds good.
Unless I do nothing, because when it comes right down to it, planting plants means weeding. And let’s face it, I’m hardly getting that done with the plants I have this summer.
Ah, well, it was fun to dream anyway.
posted by HealthyHappyHolly at 9:17 PM
