Back in college, in 2004 when blogging was hardly even a thing yet, I was here. Blogging before blogging meant anything to anyone. You can look in the archives for my past writings, but it was much more like a journal in the past. When we started fundraising, I messed around with the idea of launching something new for this new phase of our journey but actually hated that idea. I am a sum of all of my life and so much of it is here already. So I'm keeping it here. At least for now.

My main focus these days is blogging about our newest journey into the bizarre and wonderful world of gestational surrogacy. Posts dated 2013 and forward will trend heavily toward that journey. I don't promise everything I write will be about though. There might be other things that sneak in occasionally.

Please come along our journey with us. As the saying goes, "The more, the merrier!"

Thursday, July 05, 2007

Brain on Broke

Remember that anti-drug campaign in the late 80's with the frying pan? The narrator would announce, "This is your brain on drugs." And then the TV screen would flash a frying pan on a stove turned up high with an egg sizzling, clearly meant to represent your brain. It was memorable.

Well, my brain's on broke. No, not coke. Broke. As in: It just don't work. Not even well enough to be sure what images I would use to describe how this feels. Maybe a hollow tree. Or, better, a blender with mud inside and buttons coevered in Karo syrup that gets stuck to everything when you try to blend it. I think as an egg in a frying pan might be an easier pill to swallow...or at least a little more familiar. I grew up thinking that my brain would feel like a fried egg from drugs. Not like mud stuck in a blender and then poured out at the base of a hollow tree. And at least as far as I can tell you now, drugs aren't the reason. (Though those ones I take are going to be under evaluation as to their fault for this current situation.)

Today I had a doctors appointment at 4:00pm. I forgot to go. Some might say this isn't a big deal. I say it is. Here's proof: I've got it written down in two places. I got a reminder call on Tuesday. I told a friend I was going last night. I remembered this morning.

Someplace in the space of my day between this morning and this afternoon all of that information left my head.

How does this happen? I've got nothing. This my brain on broke. At least I remember not to use drugs. At about 8:00 this evening, I realized I forgot to take those this morning.

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