How Much

I’m cranky as fuck today.

How much of that is sparked by the astro-dose of anti-seizure meds I’m now on? Side effects babies, side effects.

How much is due to my loss of mobility and decrease in clear, clean sight (which may pass after I’m off the heavy meds and this stupid meningioma is out of my damn head)?

How much is an after burn from yesterday’s vid appointment with my neurologist. Looks like more brain surgery is right around the corner thanks to my all too frequent seizures. Three neurosurgeries in just over a year’s time (and four within the lasst two years). Recovery’s gonna be a long, slow motherfucker.

How much lays at the feet of the news of my father’s worsened health – his entrée into the hospice unit of his nursing home, thanks to COVID’s nasty after effects.

How much is because the Republi/Fascists are turning blind eyes, ignorant, greedheaded brains and frozen fucking hearts to the American people and the Constitution.

Why? Is it fear of losing the votes of the violent, dimwitted, easily manipulated, murderous rubes who stormed the Capital?

This has NOT been a good week. It’s as though 2021 said to 2020, “you think you were a badass, a bringer-of-doom? Here”, yes, “hold my beer.”

Amazingly, Ten, Jen and Oni are still with me, putting up with my weak-ass shit. I’m a VERY lucky old broad.

'scuse  me now, I gotta go get washed up before Ten and Jen take me into MGH for this morning's EKG.

WHEEEE!