Monday, February 2, 2009

Purple Haze

The notorious BellaB. is correct that I -- the woman known far and wide as Rubi Jayne -- am down, but not for the count. I don’t kill that easily. No, I’m just down for an extended nap, courtesy of the charming walk-in clinic doctor that prescribed the cough syrup that’s an antihistamine/narcotic cough suppressant cocktail, the delightful pharmacist that filled the prescription, and the dutiful husband that administers it to me every twelve hours.

So, I’ve gone from being stoned on Sudafed to being stoned on The Good Stuff. Not that I’m complaining; I’m rather fond of breathing and The Good Stuff allows me to breathe without my chest whistling… always a bonus in my book. The down side, however, is that being as sensitive to drugs as I am, I have not quite three hours of rather strained coherency a day. Twice a day, for a little more than an hour before my “next hit”, I’m awake and marginally coherent. And coughing up my lungs (almost literally, which is as painful as you might imagine).

And in the midst of my plague, Miss BellaB. tells me (more or less) “Hey, you’re doing One Year One Novel. WHOOT!” and starts throwing links at me. (I think I was staring blankly and drooling on one of the cats at that point.)

Uh huh. I’m little more than Vegetable Girl for the next however many days I keep taking The Good Stuff and then however many days it takes to burn the drugs out of my system. I barely have the coherency to form complete sentences that make sense three hours a day, and the rest of the time I’m asleep or licking one of the cats. And the crazy woman wants me to agree to, well, something that I think involves writing.

At this point, I fall back to quoting one of the greatest minds in the world. “Purple haze all in my eyes. Don't know if it’s day or night. You got me blowin’, blowin’ my mind. Is it tomorrow, or just the end of time?”

And with that, dear world, I give up my tremulous hold on coherency and sink blissfully into that dark oblivion where breathing comes free and easy, without pain, without coughing.

Now if I could just find a way to record all the antics of my characters while I’m sleeping…

Love and bondage,
Rubi Jayne <3

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