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Travel Portrait 27
On Being Patient #8
Precise Obfuscation:
A Cafeteria Commentary
July 29, 2009 [listen]
Several weeks since my Endoscopic Transsphenoidal Surgery,
I wake up with the foggy grogggies. Murky am I, wanting
to snap out of this mindset, which is not conceptually impeding
the realization that I am finally getting some rest. Am
I full-time, or am I over-contemplating myself? I am healing!
As I continue to ossify through hormone replacement therapy,
my blood sugar levels are trending upward and my blood pressure
is tracking somewhat downward--both slightly above normal.
My weight is such that I should be gaunt, but my bloated
pudgy is ruining the svelte effect as well does my rounded
jaw line. My bottom line has not changed. I still have my
bony ass to keep my attitude fleshy-fresh--five times fast!
I would have a smile on my face, but I have not figured
out how to rid myself of this stiff upper lip!!!
The clumsiness continues. The grogginess and murkiness
may not explain why I bump into walls. However, the resulting
bruises are less frequent, whereas before the surgery, the
clumsiness was more violent, resulting in near fatal, coma-like
concussions. But with this concern in passing-out, I digress
and exaggerate. I need to cut back on my multitasking (and
remain conscious of my narcolepsy).
Recuperating from the surgery has helped make me aware
of how stressful activities affect my acumen. My mother,
who has been there to absorb most of my attitude, was able
to make me focus the supply on her demands, ulteriorly motivating
our captivation.
In captivation, resting and relaxing while on sick leave
from work, drew my concern, given these transitional times.
A solution must be had. Sociability is no longer capital
as is socialism no longer popular. The events concerning
currency are the makings of the Demographic Era,
thus generating an 80/20 status allocation, while proposing
50/50 equality as speculated by the multimedia flashing
empathies and advertising aspirations: public propositions
for private predispositions. These servings proportion the
state of the union.
Have not having the not have is have not the having
not have.
We are left standing right--spun and twisted, caught in
the middle: south/north, west/east. Alone, we are one to
many, together driven by data in aggregate in a competitive
and intelligent market. We are locked in a narrative(s)
dedicated to our health: caring for making a living within
closing the conflict without clarifying the resolution.
[From
Society, to the City, to Culture Again (Multifest.com)]
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