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The Process

Published December 19, 2015 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

I’m hard to explain.

I have been “seeing” someone I met on Plenty of Freaks. (I mean Plenty of Fish; dating in the digital age is bizarre.) I use the term “seeing” because we have only actually gone out maybe four times since July.  There is mutual interest, but he is in Marketing and has three school age children who he as joint custody of (mostly weekends and some holidays.) I am in complete agreement that kids come first and there are very few people with whom I communicate when Actor Boy is in town.  Combine that with my schedule and the fact that we live about 40 minutes away from each other, thus the four dates in six months.

I am finding it difficult to explain the basic processes and procedures that make up a day in the life.

My life is slightly askew right now because I have a roommate, Big Kid, who is my Amanda Friend’s oldest son. He is an employed, sober fellow, (he’s already a vast improvement over my last roommate The Absence of All That is Good and Holy.) The askew is mainly because I have had to move things around my house and clean a few things, coordinate a few things and try to ignore the fact the the pipes in my house are doing their very best to summon the Hag of Beara. It is nice to have someone else in the house  so I don’t get abducted by time weasels and someone will notice if I fall and break a hip. (The Mom is afraid something like this will happen.)

The financial assistance will be great, too. I know I shouldn’t worry too much about it; after all, there is not a single thing I can do about it today, and I am actually ok. (This means my bills are paid, I have food in the house and about forty bucks in my purse and a loaded Starbucks card)

I did not realize how much of my existence is based on processes and hacks just to make things work. Explaining the bits and pieces to Big Kid, who like his mother, is mostly unflappable, made me a little more self aware.

My brain chemistry is a little off this week.

That is an extremely strange statement to make, unless, of course, you are me.  (In that case, nothing is a strange statement to make. )

My seizure medication prescription expired; I have no idea why, I have taken this medication consistently for 12 years.  I have not ever had a seizure, but since the medication also prevents migraines, and no one wants me to have  a migraine, or a seizure, for that matter, I take the medication.

This medication has to be taken daily to keep my neurons happy. When I don’t take the medication, I get dizzy and a little light headed and my brain feels like it’s shifting from side to side like a lava lamp. This is not a good feeling by any means.

I finally got the medication and am slowly getting back to the normal.  Why yes, it did just take me 500 words to explain how I get to normal.

In other news, I have a short story up in the Kindle store. Check it out ! Review it! Get ready for two new book length things: Circumstance-a novella, and The Sound of Two Thighs Clapping– a weight loss memoir

The Classic : A short story

I thought I knew where my head was

Published April 5, 2013 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

The brain damage thing, you know that time my head blew up and all I got was a bunch of medication (and a bad attitude?)  has made me hyper-aware (I would have loved using “hella” there, but No Doubt wrecked that for us.  Thanks Gwen!) of my head.  As you read this, or have it read to you, I shouldn’t assume that everyone who has access to the internet can read (If you’ve ever read any dating website profiles will know that sadly, this is not the case.) picture your actual head as it rests on your neck or however it is you are holding it up to experience this written word.

Now you can’t stop thinking about your head, right?

I mostly know where my head is, but I keep crashing it into things, mostly because I’m not paying attention.  This morning I sliced a wedge into the tip of my finger when I knocked a glass off of the counter while I was trying to make coffee.  I did not knock it off with my head, that would be difficult even for me.  No, I have a Keurig which is next to the bookshelf because I had to move it when the sink was fixed six months ago. I haven’t moved it back because I am a sack of slack.  So as I was adjusting the water level so I could wait for the wonder machine to extrude my coffee, I knocked over a glass as I was trying to avoid smacking my head on the shelf.

I lacerated my finger so badly that it actually dripped blood on my face as I put on makeup.  I had it wrapped in a tissue because I couldn’t bandaid it with my non-dominant hand.

As I was daubing the blood off of my face, and smudging said make-up, I noticed that my jaw-line is breaking out in weird little bumps. Just on one side.

I thought both sides of my head go to the same places so why would just one side be breaking out?

So even when I’m aware of my head, I can’t seem to face what it does.  (I know, terrible pun, I couldn’t resist.)