Touched By A Flying Piglet

So after that first week of taking a new head med and trudging through its paralyzing menu of new side effects, the second week of my online absence seemed to go a bit better. My doc made a couple of dosage tweaks that improved my “crazy head” state of mind. I think my bipolar noggin was at least moving in the direction of making the proper adjustments, but I was having a difficult time knowing for sure. And why was that? Because something stranger-than-fiction began to happen: I found myself streaming the entire series of Touched By An Angel during all of my awake hours, and then some. When Suzanne left for work in the morning, I was staring intently at whatever drama was unfolding on Touched By An Angel. And when she got home from work, I was still sitting in exactly the same place on the loveseat, watching yet another episode of yet another tv-scripted predicament that could only be resolved successfully with 3-angel-help.

Suzanne knew I wasn’t right in my head. Even I knew I wasn’t right in my head, but I couldn’t put down the heavenly Roku remote. I mean no disrespect to those of y’all who might be fans of Touched By An Angel, but let me be clear: it is not my kind of tv show. I don’t think I had ever managed to make it through an entire episode when it was on television. Its sappy, too cute, predictable, two-syllable writing is simply not to my taste. I am a non-linear, foggy motive, bigly-vocabulary-laden dialogue, layered existential complications kind of girl. But here I was, spending an entire week watching every minute of every episode of Touched By An Angel. I even watched a few episodes twice!

For that entire week, I was still unable to focus on reading books or writing books. I was doing better, but I was clearly not out of the proverbial woods just yet. (Stay tuned for more of my lost-weeks account.)

BTW When I took the selfie for this post, I was channeling the angel theme. I was thinking of angel wings, and the only winged prop I had was my flying pig hat. I think it was the spot-on accessory for just such a post.

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