Contumacious Charlie

  That was what flashed through my mind as I went ass-over-head down the stairs yesterday afternoon! Seven measly, carpeted stairs...  My EMS training kicked in as I hit the bottom and my legs uncurled from above my head and flopped in a normal position. I stayed still as I did a quick assessment. I was conscious, breathing, and had a pulse... so far, so good. I slowly flexed my toes and fingers and worked my way up my arms and legs to check other areas along the way. Once I was somewhat assured I had not broken any limbs, I slowly rolled over and made my way to a kneeling position and checked again, paying attention to my head, vision, jaw, and hearing.  I finally made it to my feet and picked up the box of stuff that went flying out of my hands when my foot missed the step. I cursed... then cursed some more, but all in all, everything was intact. I knew I was going to be sore and still needed to get checked out, so I went in to see my chiropractor, who ended up sen...

Yep, that almond-shaped mass of gray matter inside each cerebral hemisphere, involved with the experiencing of emotions is acting like an unruly three-year-old throwing a fucking tantrum in the middle of the store simply because it can! At least that is what it feels like right now. My amygdala and I are having some words, which is also ridiculous because that involves my pre-frontal cortex and it pretty much is a doormat when it comes to the little almond-shaped asshole screaming "Danger, Danger" at EVERYFUCKINGTHING! It is a hyperactive asshole, who in reality thinks it is actually protecting me from something. I appreciate the efforts... but... Zeus on roller skates! Stop! Now, you may have noticed I started this post just diving into the deep end of an emotional occurrence that is dominating my damn life right now. This crap is not fun and for those of you who know me, you know I like to point out the absurdities of the human condition and have a good laugh at myself, but...