Rarely does my brain have absolutely nothing to say to me. It see something, makes a sarcastic comment, writes an article and the smugly waits for me to do something about it. My problem is usually too much noise, rarely too little. So that's why I'm scared. My brain has gone on leave without me. I should really reconsider this relationship I have with it. I might be getting a raw deal.
I was recently prescribed for muscle relaxers and pain killers. I am just thinking from the top of my head (seeing as that is all that is functioning now) that perhaps all the muscles in my brain have relaxed. Does the brain have muscles...hmmm!I wonder! My doctor should have mentioned that when I asked about side effects. In my profession, it is totally unacceptable for my brain to take a hiatus. Because it takes with it all sorts of creative ingenuity. And honestly, that's my good side. I don't need people seeing who I really am. So not cool brain!!
I wonder if I can use this as an excuse to skive work. But in the last couple of months, I've come up with so many excuses, the management probably thinks I come from a broken, dysfunctional family and that I have no way of controlling my ever increasing low immunity. They must be silently waiting for me to collapse or go mad (and at the rate I'm going, they might not have to wait for too long!)
This story is not going to take a random twist at the end or end with a profound challenge. Like I said earlier, my brain has gone to sleep and slept with all that is good. Unfortunately, including my humour and ability to make coherent sentences. (Lucky me, it didn't go with my big words, but it might have taken off with my spelling!) So I'm going to sit at my desk and hope that my attempts to look busy are fooling the people that matter. With any luck, my selfish brain will come back to me before anyone notices.