I have spent nearly the entire past week in some kind of fog.
I honestly have very little recollection of any of it.
And the snippets of memory I have are unpleasant, at least to me.
The drugs have helped the pain.
I am glad of that.
They have clouded my vision and affected my reason.
I am not glad of that.
I drove one day.
I drove with the Kid in the car with me.
I barely remember that.
So not good.
I know one evening I mixed drugs and alcohol.
I really don't remember much of that either.
Thank god I am not a mean drunk.
(You guys know that Superman joke right?)
I am however raunchy, raucous, and foul mouthed when under the influence.
I am that anyway I know but usually do better keeping it reined in.
I have been under the influence too long.
I am still in pain.
My mind is nearly clear.
I would rather my body hurt than my spirit.
And it's a close thing.
I'm cringing more than a little as I try to remember.
No more drugs.