Remember the bumper sticker that said, ‘Of all the things I’ve lost, I miss my mind the most’? I used to think that was funny. It’s not, it’s debilitating.
The simplest, most mindless tasks present a daunting challenge these days. Last night, for instance, I decided to make mashed potatoes for about the billionth time. Duh, right? Wrong, I nearly lost a fingertip peeling the damn things. Blood went flying, so did half my fingernail along with some very colorful language.
Quick like a bunny, I began to administer first aid. Something else I’ve done on a billion or more occasions, but could I apply a basic bandage? I could not, look at it. My best, most dedicated effort wound up looking like the Unknown Comic. You know, the guy who wore a bag on his head. Neither of them are funny. Not the comedian and not the bandage.
Well, that’s it. The end.
I’ve had enough of being clumsy and forgetful and tired, I’ve had enough of being dizzy and cranky and hot. And, most of all, I’ve had enough of this damn blunk (blog funk). I sit here for hours every day banging my head on the monitor, trying to dislodge a well-written sentence or a clever turn of phrase, but I can’t. I wind up deleting entire posts and re-writing and revising and re-doing. Arrrggh.
It’s time to put a stop to this. So I’m off to the endocrinologist to find out if my thyroid is finally and completely out of commission. Wish me luck.
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the whirly girl 
30 responses to “: a free-range thyroid :”
I know exactly how you feel, brain dead!
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Yup! On the nose! And I can’t even begin to describe how much I hate the feeling, organic artist. It’s awful. Thanks for putting it so concisely.
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I really hope that things are ok thyroid wise, and as always I hope you feel better soon. If you want some completely unsolicited advice then I would say put the re-edited, revised blog posts out there. Even if you don’t think they’re the best they can be, working through a blunk involves writing and writing and writing until it flows again. And chances are, people wouldn’t even realise that you were in a blunk because you’re funny and entertaining and good at this!! I hope your blog spark returns soon, good luck!
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Aw, thanks, suzy, it will just take time I’m afraid. Unfortunately, I have no patience for these things. None.
I’m trying to work my way through this by getting more exercise and reading different kinds of books (like non-fiction and poetry, ew) and, of course, writing. I really miss that spark, though. I hope it knows the way back.
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No idea if your thyroid is functioning, but your sense of humor is clearly just fine! And just say NO to blogging block. This is a SAFE place (even if your kitchen isn’t…) :)
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That’s sweet of you, home tome, thanks.
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Glad you’re still sort of in one piece. Blog when you feel like it not because you feel you have to. Just read and comment until you get the feel to write
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You’re my hero, Roly. Thanks : )
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Ding dangity, Lisa. Sorry ’bout the finger. You’re right, the unknown comic was not funny. Wasn’t he on The Gong Show?
I’ve yet to read a bad post written by you. Cut yourself some slack (and spare your fingers) and know your posts are primo!
Good luck on the thyroid investigation.
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Hi, LD! Thanks for commiserating, I needed it.
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Good luck, Lisa. I’m sorry things aren’t picking up quite yet. I’m sorry you shaved off a finger. I think that’s why we’re born with 10. Be well.
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Hey, kiddo. I tell myself that one day I’ll look back on this and and laugh — I need to lie to myself if I hope to survive. Thanks for the good wishes : )
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What a daunting mission. My friends have told me battling an endocrinologist is a war that cannot be won. God speed.
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And I’m here to confirm it, nc. Man, they’re just immovable!
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Good luck, on both the blunk and the thyroid.
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Hi, paige, I’ll need it for both, I’m sure. It’s nice to hear from you.
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Uhg, glad you are still intact! Best of luck at the doc.
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I am, John, just missing a few layers. Thanks for the good wishes and for stopping in, it’s good to see you.
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LUCK!! and don’t worry about writing, we love whatever you write.. it is good to catch up.. cute band-aid.. c
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Hi, celi! Thanks for stopping by, it is good to catch up : )
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i always love to read what you write.. you are a little breath of fresh air, even when you are frustrated! ps, if you want to be in the IN crowd you need Sponge Bob band aids! just sayin’ My nephew told me! c
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Thanks, celi, you’re a pal! I mean it.
Sponge Bob band-aids might just cheer me up, so I’m off to Walgreen’s : )
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Fingers crossed.
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Thank you, Susan. I’ve crossed my legs, too. For good measure : )
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Hey, I’ve got a wonky thyroid too! Isn’t it awesome?!?!?! ;-)
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I had no idea it would be this awesome, wow!
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Luck, luck and more luck to you Lisa. You need to keep your fingers for when your blunk disappears. It’d be tough to maintain your lightning-fast 39 words per minute without those all-important digits.
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Thanks, Jo. Fortunately, it was my index finger I peeled and I use my middle finger for typing. So I haven’t lost a step — I’m still at a blazing 39 wpm pace. Stand back!
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Best of luck. x
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Thank you, Sarah. I’ll let you know what happens.
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