RE: WHO KNEW I WAS IN THERAPY

I liked Paul’s take on blogging as a form of therapy. Any of you who have spent countless hours on the couch understand that therapy comes in many forms. Crying is therapy. Laughing can be therapeutic. Journaling has its merits as well. Now I present an interesting insight into my own personal psychology. Yesterday I waited at my hand doctor’s office for an hour and a half to get very painful shots–long needles stuck directly into my thumb joints. (Hey, Dr. Frederick, (he reads FB) good morning!) Anyway, after I waited an hour and a half in the office of one of D‘s “Top Doctors” for said painful shots, Dr. “Bo” tells me to lay off the keyboard or he’s going to slice open my right hand and turn my carpal tunnel into the Lincoln. Enough to make you run to the disability claims department, right? Nope, not me. I head straight to my computer and start spitting out copy that was flowing out of my brain faster than water over Niagara (Viagra?) Falls. I could write a novel today. Twisted, eh? Flip City. And now for something (almost) completely different.