Joke on Myself

Freudian slip, I guess.  I had no intention of adding an entry...but what happened... I meant to flip to another site and instead... I clicked on the add and entry button.  What does that say about me?  I am compelled to write drivel for Dribble, whether I am ready or not.

I am really not... I am drugged out of my skull.  I am on 4 kinds of pain medication.  A patch, a nerve deadener, vicoden, and a lanacaine lotion.  It is a wonder I can write at all.

I seem to have lost my tact.  I was having a conversation with good friend Wilma and I told her she was not diplomatic enough. How's that for my diplomacy. She turned and rolled away silently. I hope the hurt doesn't last too long.  I need friends these days/

Girl friend Anne came to the old folks home to see me, and to make smores.  The activity director was serving smores and Anne knew she would need help in making and serving the thirty or so old folks who remember this treat from their girl scout camping days. Do you remember smores?

And Jackie, a former activity director came to see me, and other old friends here. We had a great time. These visits from old friends, and one from a new friend, are good therapy.  If I am sitting here in pain, but start to chat with a visitor I soon forget the pain and focus on the visit.  Visitors are better than pain pills.

Well, how was this for an entry that I had no intention of making in the first place?