Fuzzed

Fuzzed
A bit like being buzzed, but not that. Not the happy silly, just the confusion.
Fuzzy itchy like a rash but on the inside not the out. In the joints and bones. A not-quite tingle not unlike when your foot is in recovery from falling asleep.
Static. Static in the air, on your hair, but inside.
The static fuzz of a tv with no signal inside your head.
The fuzz is inside your body a bit but mostly it's in your head.
No. Your head is inside the fuzz. Surrounded. Blanketed. Coated.
Sometimes the layer is thick, sometimes thin.
Never quite clarity.
There is sinus pressure, thick and sticky mucus. Dizzy. It is physical.
But also mental.
Foggy brain. Slow and sloggy.
Can't quite connect with your thoughts. Can't quite connect with your surroundings.
Floating deep inside. Drowsy. Dosey. Swallowed. Asleep.
Wait! Wake up!
Huh? Oh. I'm here. Siiiggghhh.
Drifting. Drowsy. Dosey. Uhhh . . .
Fuzzed.

(An original composition--improvisation--for my allergy doctor.)

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To survive you need to learn to hold contradictory things in your head at the same time. I am going to die; I am going to live. There is nothing to fear; be wary of everything.”

― Kate Alice Marshall, I Am Still Alive

Everything I share is equally relevant and irrelevant, indistinguishably consequential and nonsensical, identically insightful and absurd. It is the responsibility of the discerning reader to provide perspective and interpretation, as all substance is created in the interplay between the text and the consumer.

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Mundane life with a 4 and 5 year old . . .

"Dad! Dad! Can we have the special snack now?"

"What?"

"Can we have the special snack now?"

"We just got in the car. We're still in Uncles driveway; we haven't even started driving yet. Those snacks are for the long drive home"

"Yeah, but we're hungry."

"I just made you each three different plates of lunch that you said you wanted in an attempt to get you to eat. If you're still hungry it's because you didn't eat."

"I ate . . . a bite of this and a bite of that . . . "

"Me too!"

"So can we have the special snack now?"

"Those snacks aren't even for you. Those are mine, in case I get sleepy later to help me stay awake and alert. For safety. So if you want I can give you the snacks now then later I'll fall asleep driving, crash, and we'll all die! Is that what you want?!?"

A few moments of silent driving, then a quiet conversation in back.

"Hey, [Brother], which do you want to choose?"

"What?"

"Do you want to have snacks now and then die later in a crash or do you want to wait and have snacks later?"

"Wait and have snacks later."

"Me too. Let's choose that."

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Unfortunately, confusing and crazy ordeals are often the only way to get to the bottom of incomprehensible things.

― K.A. Reynolds, The Land of Yesterday

One of my son's favorite words lately is "shrubbery."

He has excellent enunciation for a four-year-old.

My wife might have shown the guys a Monty Python clip.

Cecelia, do you know why you're so special?" her mother had asked. Cecelia shook her head as her hair dried her tears. "You saw in him what few are able to see in another. You saw yourself within him. Each time you looked into his eyes, you saw your own happiness, love vulnerability, and pain. You're a rare child to be able to see so deeply inside the heart of love."

― K.A. Reynolds, The Land of Yesterday

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