January 13, 2009

• Beware ishes bearing gifts.

  Healthkicker reposted my “Neurochemistry of Addiction,” after asking me to shorten it or divide it into two segments.  I pared it down from over 3200 words to about 1800, which was an improvement on the original.  I’d have no complaints if, in the process of copying it into their format, they had not made me into a plagiarist.

  My words in that article only tie together a series of extensive quotations from authoritative sources.  I set the quotations apart in the usual way, by indenting them.  As the article appears on Healthkicker, there is no way to distinguish the quotations from my text.

  That’s the kind of stuff that often occurs when Mercury is retrograde, but knowing that doesn’t make me any happier about it.  Greyfox’s car trouble yesterday was also typical Mercury retch crap.  He dissected it last night and concluded that he simply panicked and used poor judgment.  Like me, he’s being philosophical about the whole affair.

  I don’t think I can use Mercury as an excuse for what I did yesterday.  After all this time, I should know better.  I behaved true to form despite Doug’s cautioning me not to overdo and my determination to take it easy and avoid the usual payback for activity.  This would be the place to tune out if you don’t want to be subjected to the graphic details.

  On second thought, I’m too damned exhausted to write it all out.  I said it all already, anyway.   Jodi Basset has summarized the damned disease.  On her ability scale, yesterday, after a three-week rest amounting to house arrest, I was about 50%, and today I’m about 20%, wobbly, weak, and needing albuterol every time I move around at all.

  Here’s how severe the setback is:  I couldn’t dance if I had to, not even to save my life.  That statement might not mean much to someone else, but coming from me, take my word for it, it means a lot.

  

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