Some time ago, I don’t quite remember when, I told you that my output was slow because I was adjusting to a new medicine for controlling my migraines. Fortunately, not only did the medicine work against the headaches, I also got used to it sufficiently to get my old brain back. Sadly, though, as is often the case with these medicines, it suddenly stopped doing its job.
Since life with migraines isn’t much to celebrate, I contacted my neurologist, who has put me on a new medicine to control migraines. I’ve been on the medicine for three days now, and have been migraine-free for the second and third day, so that’s a good sign.
The down side of this experiment is that, as happened with the last go-round of migraine medicines, the creative, analytical part of my brain has shut down. I usually see words and ideas in these layered, interlocking dimensions. Ideas for posts explode in my head and the posts pretty much write themselves (for better or worse, as the case may be).
Today, however, with the new medicine doing its anti-migraine magic, I can barely think in one dimension, let alone multiple, interlocking layers. Ideas float vaguely through my head — e.g., “Obama = hubris = ancient Greeks = new concept in America, which hasn’t ever had rule by an unfettered monarch” — only to lie there. I can’t build them into anything.
I anticipate that, as happened the last time around, my brain will adjust and I’ll start being able to write with fluidity and verve again (for better or worse, as the case may be). Until then, I hope you’ll bear with me if my blogging is a little weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable.
In the meantime, if you’re desperate for Bookworm prose with some life behind it, feel free to check out my latest collection, The Bookworm Returns : Life in Obama’s America