Stream of Consciouness Is The Best Way To Write

When you write so much and so fast and you try not to stop and don't stop if you spell something wrong except for when you type sometimes it happens auto-matic-ally so usually i don't do this type of writing on a keyboard i prefer to do it with my hands so this is really an experiment and the one thing you try not to do and by you and mean i try not to use any sort of punctuation just try to get the juices flowing since it is 11 o'clock at night and though i like to start to write at ten, 11 o'clock at night will do today was hard.

well there we go.

today was hard and i went to the doctor and also i brought my friends one was human and one was pharmaceutical and both made passing the time easier except for that i was still bitchy sometimes on accident and playful sometimes on accident which really isn't that much different than the way i am in real life

like not at the doctor

it is weird that my type type typing fingers had to spell

doctor

twenty thousand times they could not get it right

write

so i went the doctor and brought my two friends t and v

t money
valium

and we had a lot of chatting and i told them i was collecting advice
i am like a tollbooth taker of advice and please would every one throw a coin in and also
don't forget that i am a monarchy
i make all the decisions
but you can't pass by without throwing a coin into the cup of
what to do about me

so i collected lots of coins today and that is a
metaphor that works so maybe i'll
write a poem like that tomorrow

and then i went home from the doctor with my full bag of coins
and stopped to make some art
or talk about hey do you want to make some art
on the way
which was good and i had my dance pants on and all
you can still wear dance pants if you have a nice ass
and an oxygen tank
it's ironic and fabulous
especially wearing pink

and i talked a little talk about hey let's make some art
and also collected a coin or two from a very nice man who says
you know the thing about art is you could always say
well i was just making some art, you know

and then i came home
called my mother
and my father
and my sister
and not yet my brother
because with all this news there was really no news to report
and he mostly has time on the weekend
my brother

he is busy collecting coins of his own ;)

Goodnight from my brain to yours,
CG

A Poem From The Hospital

OxycoPoetry

Began the day with brushing teeth
Like other days, lungs gave me grief.
"Port placement will be first thing," they say.
I change my shirt, and I'm on my way.

Then pulse climbs high, O2 drops low.
The sweat starts seepin out.
Time for freaking-out-relief.
My lower lip begins to pout.

No valium says the nice P.A.
It will mess up your sedation.
Oh me, Oh my, "I'm freakin' NOW-
"Don't you see the situation!?"

Dr. U-Bird^ and his friend N-pregg^
came to have a calming chat.
Then ativan helped us all out
I was calm, and that was that.

In the scary surgery room,
I fell fast asleep and don't recall
They made some cuts and balloons and such
That is my memory, none at all.

I slept it off, my head did hurt.
My chest felt sort of odd.
I wake up later, groggy at first
Not too much to check my bod.

My port placement looks so super nice.
My boobs, I checked 'em double twice.
Not too high and not too low.
Sex'll be great and it still won't show. *in clothes

The day goes on and then it ends
Not yet going with the flow
I try to rest but feel awake
Despite the Oxycodo.

Love, CG

No Full Moon? Big Disappoinment. A non-CF post just to update.

I cannot believe there was not a full moon this week.

Tonight's blog will be short. In fact, it is 12: 20 AM so I really missed Friday's deadline. Today, I stayed home sick to do my meds and airway clearance (in which I made great strides, and if your doc ever wants to show your CT, watch it. It's a great motivator for the hows/whens/how muchs of your airway clearance!).

Whilst I was staying home, a man tried to break into my house, apparently to beat up another man. A "black man!" which made him yell that at me through the window, which made me think he was a) crazy b) a rapist for wanting to "hang up the phone! There's a black man!!!", c) scary scary scary. d) a racist. Did I mention that he had no shirt on and some crazy tattoos?

I had quiet a day after that. Nuff said. Where IS Kyra Sedgwick when you need her? Sargeant Provenza would have been all over this.

Thank god for valium, naps, friends and sleep.

T-Money and J-Teach came over. They are the best of friends, goodnight.