Fight The Banshee

Look what I found!  There she is alright!

4:28 am and I'm wide awake.  Why?  Fighting the banshee, man.  She comes for me every single night.  Or morning?  I think of it as night time because my desire is to be asleep.  Alas!  It rarely happens.  By 4:28 am the ridiculous shrieking birds have been at it for almost half an hour.  How do I know?

Do what instead?  It hurts to wipe the tears and snot off my face.  I do it anyway.  Why?  Fighting the banshee, man.  Is this nerve damage or drug interaction or another manifestation of creeping insanity?  Don't know and can't afford to find out.  Get up.  Get dressed.  See how much I can do in the dark.

Leg?  Screaming already.  Feet on the floor=pain.  Undergarment and pants?  Hook the cane tip, stretch to the side, yank over foot, grimace, pull, grimace some more, repeat.  Time?  Oh, I forgot.  Still fighting the banshee.  How long does it take you to dress your bottom half?  Do you think about it at all?

Hobble to the kitchen and throw away last night's sack of trash.  I was going to do it before bedtime; but it just hurt too much and I didn't think my leg would hold out long enough.  I had already done the crying, sobbing thing in the bathroom.  Way too loud, I guess, as a passing neighbor knocked and asked if I was alright.  How should I have responded?  "NO!  My life sucks at the moment and I am about to take a band saw to my own leg!"  "Yes, fine, thanks for asking!  But I am in excruciating pain and no one believes me and I have no drugs."  "Just fighting the goddam banshee, ma'am."  What I said was, "My leg just hurts all the time.  Thanks for asking.  Sorry to disturb you."  I wonder what the anonymous questioner thinks when she sees me in the hall.  Then, whomever she is, she does not speak.  Maybe she has her own banshee.

I think my banshee might look more like this.  That sciatic nerve is a doozy, isn't it?  The arthritis pictures were too gross to post.  Yesterday I received some sensational news and I was so grateful and happy.  Then 4:28 rolled around and the damn banshee showed up.  Rather than writhe and sob I dragged myself up and started to type.  Still hurts like a mind fuck. 6:04 am Banshee Time.

That is all.