That's self-diagnosis…I'm Not Dead Yet!
Been keeping myself quiet and resting, or trying to, to hold the nausea at bay. So far, so good. Not eating much, of course. I took a duck leg out of the freezer, hoping that would spark me up and give me an appetite. (Like I really feel like cooking!) We'll see.
I could use some cheering up from old friends, but they're all gone now. I'm reminded of that Sondheim song "Hey. Old Friend!" and wish I was rolling merrily along with those old friends. One hell of a lot better life than this.
Haven't been on FaceBook for a week and don't miss it. From social media it's become a commercial site for "friends" hawking their new book, or offering a new retirement plan - - to their "friends." Those friends were purged.
In my present condition I have nothing to add the conversation and I doubt if anyone has missed my personal posts.
Old friends know your life and history. They know just about everything there is to know about you - as you know them. We shared apartment keys and looked out for one another. The bonds were strong, non-judgemental, and unspoken. We may not always liked the criticism, but we knew where it was coming from and trusted the source. We just knew. Those comforts and connections are gone now.
"Blue Meanies" were popularized as villains in the animated film, "Yellow Submarine" but it was a phrase used by my friends way before the Beatles. It meant a funk, depression, or feeling trapped by circumstances.
I'm having an attack of the Blue Meanies and there's no one to call. Like Sondheim says:
Most friends fade
Or they don't make the grade
New ones are quickly made
And in a pinch, sure they'll do
But us, old friend
What's to discuss, old friend?
Here's to us.
Who's like us?
And so it goes.