Infected web sites
I just wrote a long post about my health woes.
It came across as self pitying.
I binned it.
Okay, my health has been on a rapid decline over the last few weeks but that is boring news [except maybe for me?] but I have noticed another phenomenon. As the physical declines so does the mental.
I have mentioned before about this compulsion I have to scribble something each day. Normally this wasn’t a problem. I would find a topic and would then do a mental draft. But lately as soon as I try drafting something the brain instantly turns to sludge. It’s worse than writer’s block as the thoughts are there but they are so mixed up and confusing that I couldn’t possibly make any sense of them.
Take for example the edifying spectacle last Friday of the Attack Dogs savaging poor Zelenskyy. This would be pure gold-dust for material but sadly I had to let it pass. My thoughts were too confused. I did have opinions all right but putting those opinions into some sort of legibility was impossible. Sludge. Mental Porridge.
Even now, I’m not sure where I am going with this. My thought process is on a totally different track from when I started.
I don’t know what impact this will happen to poor Rambles.
Can a web site contract cancer?
Poor Zelenskyy? I suspect that is quite literally as well as metaphorically untrue. I wonder exactly where all the money has gone?
No, I think that given the chance, he’d be very similar to Putin.
Putins a monster. But when he had the opportunity to demonstrate how he treated his own Russian-speaking population, Zelenskyy was not exactly non-monstrous either.
A plague on both their houses.
Where is the fragrant Mrs Z?
That is where the dosh is. And Mr Z might soon find out if she married him for his money, or for his wit, charisma, dress sense or his piano playing stamina.
Very good! I tried an emoticon, but it didn’t work.
They work all right but you have to know the codes. 😀
Whatever you can do, my friend. Nothing lasts forever…including us. Anyway…
I had neglected my old website for quite awhile and just as I was getting interested in posting again my web-host dropped support for WordPress without notification. Posts and databases gone and unrecoverable.
In other news,the Wife and I recently paid off our mortgage which makes us dept-free. Paid off house, car-1 and car-2. And we’re both (knock on wood) still alive and mostly healthy to enjoy it.
Meanwhile, back at the farm (USA), Trump is still pissing off everybody off…
I sympathise, but I suspect Trump is only pissing off those who did not vote for him, and especially those loud and shrill voices in the media who never would vote for him, but were satisfied to see the greatest country in the world led by a senile old man, whose strings were pulled from whence nobody knows.
Trump seems to be doing exactly what he said he would before his election, and I rather wish our politicians would do the same.
Don’t get me wrong, I think Trump is both an oaf and a boor. But I suspect he has more than 50% of the electorate behind him- just not the media (who have always hated him since he left the Democratic Party some years ago.
Anyway let’s agree to offer wishes, prayers and all good thoughts to Richard to come through this with his new nose and free from further medical tribulations.
I don’t know whether the surgical/chemical treatment has any direct effect on brain function but, given the brain’s central role in most of the body’s actions, I’d be surprised if it didn’t.
Then add into that the whole new ‘elephant in the room’ topic which has been imposed, the wide spread of emotional baggage from that ‘elephant’ consumes vast processing power itself, so it’s hardly surprising that other functions become swamped by it and perform less well.
Once a clear prognosis becomes available, that may then assuage the ‘elephant’ and limit its trampling on the rest of life but, until that clarity appears, then perhaps the new state will remain and we’ll all just have accept it and handle it with supportive understanding.