Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored!" It's me, Anne Johnson, recovering from surgery with the help of legally-prescribed painkillers.
In other words, I'm stoned.
This picture of the bored God Morpheus (recumbent) and the bored Goddess Isis (luscious) about sums it up.
I'm told I have to take these mind-numbing pharmaceuticals in order to control pain. As Aldous Huxley put it, "Better a gram than a damn." But frankly, I'd much rather cuss. Know why? Because when the pain starts to ebb and the scrip runs out, then I'll be a cranky, anxious, nasty, nervous, sleepless jerk with a rotten, depressed attitude.
How did Rush Limbaugh do it? One little pill turns my day into a fog. He was taking about 60 of those suckers every day!
O mighty bored God Morpheus, please don't be offended, but can I ease out of your seductive presence now?
Maybe not just yet.