The Obscure

The House of the Rising Son

The title of this post will make absolutely no sense to anyone but me, but that is ok, because that is how it usually is.
Something has cracked in the back of my mind, I don't feel like the same person I was yesterday. It is a very strange feeling and I don't much like it, especially since trying to write or even think clearly in this condition is similiar to trying to walk with someone else's legs. I can't find the rhythm I normally write in, I'm limping, if that makes any sense at all. It is tricky business.
One or two of you may know (or may remember) how at one point I wanted to write a science fiction story. I think what may be messing me up right now is the fact that I finally worked out how to write that science fiction story, and pieces of that keep on floating through my mind and make it difficult to concentrate on anything else, even the irritating journaling I always do.
Therefore, this will be a pretty short post, just to sum up my current state, and my state that will soon be current.
The Lithium, as I have said many times, is messing with my headaches. I spent most of this week with almost no headache at all, and now for a few days running I've had these destrutive killer ones, I went to the emergency room the other night for it, they gave me two very large shots of Dilotid, which I have no idea how to spell whatsoever, and that seemed to help a lot. The fact that it only helped and didn't eradicate the pain and make me as high as a kite is a testament to how bad the headache was, the drug is a synthetic morphine, stronger than morphine, actually; and two very large shots of it didn't completely kill what was brewing in my skull.
They helped a lot, though, and the nurse or whatever who checked me in was gorgeous, so it wasn't a total loss. I should go to the emergency room more often.

Next week, my boss is going on a cruise. Work is going to be hell for five days running. That's all I have to say about that. Now I am going to go watch a movie.