I’m having a hard time today. It’s an off day. I’m out of sorts. I decided that the best place to be during this time of difficulty is at the climbing gym. I’m dissociative today, in the proper psychological sense. Thankfully, my friend McKenzie is working at the climbing gym today and I have an appointment with the Doc this afternoon. I should be able to make it until my appointment with the Doc. I do plan on climbing some, injuries permitting. Arthritis isn’t much fun, but it happens. I stopped for some Mentholatum (Vick’s to the third power) on the way into town and rubbed it under my nose so that I can breathe past my fading cold symptoms as I try to deal with whatever my neurotransmitters are doing. I just hope I’m not headed for a Major Depressive Episode along with my Chronic PTSD. Let’s just hope that I’m having a single off day or two…
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.
CLIMBING 4 THE REST OF US 