"Concentration slipped away…"

"Concentration slipped away, because my baby is so far away."

The theme of this song, basically tells me that I must move on in life, and I am trying. This is the conclusion to the blog I sent, "Ruby throated sparrow." Enough said.

My train of thought, has been affected by pain. I do not take medications for pain, other than my normal ones. I could have easily titled this, "when you're conscious hits you, knock it back with pills." My normal ones, I mean the basic drugs for the sickness, but none that would effect my intellect. When I asked my neurologist about marijuana, he told me that the amount that he would have to prescribe would knock me out for the day. I am of the rare minority that has never smoked pot, except when I went to a Grateful Dead concert, I dealt with that smoke, secondhand. I never tried it, quite frankly, because I was afraid that I would like it.

I was also concerned that I would be caught smoking pot. In which case, "I would be busted, down on Bourbon Street, set up like a bowling pin…" Except I will not go to New Orleans, it is too hot, and from what I understand, very difficult for a person in a wheelchair to get around. I would like to go to San Francisco, but that would be the "anti-Jimmy city," because of the makeup of the city.

Jimmy