The Power of Music
So, I’ve been making some trips to the doctor lately. Well, two doctors actually. One is an Ear/Nose/Throat specialist and the other is my general practitioner. I’ve been suffering from allergies year round for like the past couple of years, so I decided to do something about it. So with the combination of prescriptions I’m taking, I’ve been feeling somewhat “out of it” (for a lack of a better term).
What I mean by “out of it” is that I get these bouts of dizziness often. If I turn my head too quickly one way or the other, I space out. I also get these periods where I’m confused. It’s really hard to explain really. But a good example would be something that occurred last night:
On my way home from work yesterday, I called my wife to see what she would like for dinner. I had to stop at the grocery store anyway, so I thought I would get a suggestion from her. She requested Chinese, which would work because there is a Chinese place practically next door to the grocery. So I decided to pop into ‘Hot Wok’ and place and order and then do my grocery shopping while they were cooking my food (’About 10 minutes’). Anyway, apparently I had paid for the meal after placing it, when I went to go pick it up after shopping, I couldn’t remember if I had paid or not. The woman behind the counter thought I was crazy for trying to pay for my food for a second time.
On top of the dizziness and confusion, I’ve been having somewhat restless nights. I toss and turn and I feel like I’m just lying there in bed the whole night watching the alarm clock. Yet, I must sleep because I know I’ve been having dreams (although bizarre ones, which is another story altogether).
So hearing the alarm clock go off this morning didn’t sit well with me. I felt like I didn’t sleep at all, but wanted to get coffee going, only to step into cat vomit (this is starting to sound a bit familiar). Grumpy Bob became Grumpier Bob and even more grumpier once I realized the air conditioner wasn’t working (deja vu). It’s also garbage day, and I neglected to get the garbage out the night before. Oh, and my father-in-law is coming over tonight, which means that my wife is going to be a complete ball of stress for the entire day because well, she stresses about these things.
So, I’m frantically trying to get things done. Get coffee going first (a guy has his priorities), fix the AC, and wonder what to do about the cat vomit that is on my bedroom carpet. I don’t want to make too much noise while my wife is sleeping because I was already having a bad enough day to have to deal with the wrath of Susan. Luckily she woke up on her own! Whew! I can address that mess now without having to fear for my life.
By the time I had gotten everything done, I realize that an hour has gone by since I woke up. So it was non stop since I woke up and I still haven’t had my first cup of coffee. I got the trash out to the street, addressed the litter boxes (we have three) and got ready for work.
So, I’m tired and grumpy and have to go to work now to boot (thankfully it’s Friday). I get into my car and turn on the radio to discover that Walton and Johnson are still running repeats. My CD player has a CD that’s stuck (I need to figure out how to get that disc out), so I either listen to what I have in the CD player (again) or put on the ear-buds and listen to what I have on my iPhone.
I put the song list on shuffle (I like to be surprised) and put it on full blast. I’m blessed with Detroit Rock City (KISS) and as I’m driving down my street, I find myself singing along with Paul Stanley, which I can assume must have been loud because I began hearing myself over the song. But the strange thing was, it perked me right up. I no longer cared about the ordeal I just went through at home, nor was I bothered about my commute to work.
Now, I need to just make it through the day (and night).