Pretty low on the "give-a-s@#$-o-meter" these days, hurray?

Last week my GP diagnosed me with a a bronchial infection and after being on antibiotics for a few days now, it's starting to feel less like there's a sumo wrestler standing on my chest.

But the weird this was - the only symptom I had was a cough, this annoying, hacking cough that was actually making my back pain worse so I brought it to his attention when I had an appointment to refill my pain medication.  The Percocet covered all the other symptoms.  I really thought it was just this annoying cough.  He said to come back if the antibiotics didn't help because although it didn't sound like pneumonia, it could become an issue.

It does that for pretty much every part of my life. I was wondering the other day why my anti-depressant didn't seem to be working very well anymore.  I mean, I don't seem to care about anything anymore.  Then I got it.  It's the Percocet.  It works by making my brain not care about the pain.  It also happens to make my brain not care about anything else.  These days what I care about is sleeping, making sure I poo (constipation is very bad when you have low back pain), and taking care of the animals, especially my doggies and the sick kitty.

Writing?  Who cares?  Losing weight?  Hardly registers.  Participating in my family?  Minimal effort.  Keeping up on TV?  Not even making an effort (now you know that's serious).

Maybe this is what I need - to finally let go.  Or maybe I'm just giving up and giving in.  All I can say is that right now, I'm going to sleep.  If I wake up from one of my epic naps and you are all sitting around the living room in folding chairs, I'll know you're ready to host an intervention.  And I will try very had to care, deep down, about you caring! :)