Beau Jackson

…and I’ve been awake for the last hour.  After three ibuprofen and a lortab, the pain in my mouth is beginning to subside.  I can’t begin to tell you how much I enjoy not being able to sleep.  grumblegrumble.

I’ve been pondering suffering a lot the last few days.  There are a lot of reasons for suffering - not all of them bad.  But when it’s all said and done, I guess what really matters is how you deal with it.  I don’t think I deal with it very well…it’s a character flaw I guess.  I try not to complain, or whine, but…here I am telling the world about it in the middle of the night.  Amongst the Catholics (maybe others?) a common expression when suffering is “offer it up”.  Give your suffering to God as penance towards past sins - yours or others.  I try to do this, but I think that my penance must be diminished when I complain about it.  If you’re not suffering willingly as a penance, does it really count?

Actually, the main reason for this post is to distract myself from the discomfort.  I learned how to purl last night, and some other nifty knitting stuff.  That’s another thing I wonder about…why “purl”?  Why “knit” for that matter?  I wonder if the words have some kind of meaning in another language.  Like, “knit” means “tie a small knot” and “purl” means “knit only backwards”.  Word entomology (I think that’ s the right word) is fascinating.  I often find myself learning where a word comes from and getting this little joy out of it.  The other day I read that the word “excruciating” comes from the Latin words that mean “out of crucifixion”, which makes perfect sense when you think about it…it just never occurred to me before.  I know…I’m a dork…I’m rambling here to distract myself…cut me some slack! ;)

More rambling…I took a look at the early morning news, and they had an article about news-anchor-person foul-ups that have been immortalized on You-Tube.  Some of them were quite funny, but you have to feel sorry for these folks having there mistakes broadcast over and over.  I guess they chose their careers though.  There was one of a (very gay) weather guy that has a meltdown when a cockroach crawls up his leg.  Now I can understand the meltdown - I don’t like cockroaches either - but what made it funny was that he did this little sissy-boy shriek and whine, and then totally did the stereo-typical-flamboyant-gay-man routine explaining what happened in front of the camera.  Limp wrists and everything.   I’m not trying to pick on gay people in general here - but if you’re going to live up to the stereo-type, I don’t feel bad about making fun of you for it.  You can make fun of me for being a stereo-typical-wanna-be-farmer-and-computer-geek if you want.  Umm…I think there’s a stereo-type for that somewhere.

Well…here it is 20 minutes later and I don’t think I can sleep yet, but I’m running out of stuff to ramble about.  I’m thinking at this point that maybe my surgical wounds have become infected (yay) - I’ll definitely be calling the oral surgeon once the office is open.

Signing off…enjoy your sleep!