Still Ticked Off

Originally, I started this blog so friends and family could follow my travels as I sailed around the world. For those who read the drivel that I write, you know very well that this never happened.

Thinking that the adrift period would be brief, I tried to fill this space with funny stuff, until I found myself back at sea again, blogging about my travels to tropical paradises, turning my readers green with envy as they plodded through everyday life.

Yeah well. That damn deer tick’s plans for his life overthrew mine in a complete coup.

And as sick as you are of hearing about my lyme disease, believe me, that comes not even a parsec close to how tired I am living with it, day in and out. Some days I just want to hurl myself into the compost heap, decompose, get spread all over the garden, and sprout again in some other form.

But instead, feeling like a freshly dug up turnip that the dog has carried around, I slog along slowly. Every now and then, I have a lucid moment, where I look around and notice that the world is still turning. Most of the time, I’m just not on it, but am circling in my own foggy orbit.

And finally, in those rare glimpses of the world outside my head, I’m beginning to be able to see the humor in my situation.

I’m not planning to turn this blog into the lyme journals (any more than I was planning to spend years on shore:), but maybe, if I can couch my confuddlement in comedy, I can give another lymie a laugh, which, as we all know, is the best medicine.

C’mon, folks, go ahead and laugh at me and with me. Then we’ll all feel better.