This is My Brain on Drugs (and Other Useless Things)

My mom is cleaning out her basement, so she’s giving me all kinds of crap I don’t want. Today she gave me the following “gifts:”

  • A reeeeeally ugly square lamp. It’s a clear square with a brass rod through the middle of it, and its shade might have been white in a former lifetime. Now that I think of it, it’s so ugly that it probably goes great with the ugly chair from this post. Then again, how much ugliness can one room handle? I think this would put us over the top from “quirky” to “tasteless”…if we haven’t already migrated into “tasteless.” Tough to tell sometimes.
  • A teddy bear that says “I ❤ Jesus” on the foot (there’s actually a heart, not the symbols for less than three, but I’m not technologically intelligent enough to put that in a post). I read the tag on the bear’s ear, and it was a prayer for salvation. I told my husband, “How many people have read this out loud and then been like, ‘Crap! Did I just accidentally get saved?!'” Ha ha. Sneaky bear.
  • A glass dog. Um…..whyyyy do I need a glass dog? It’s kind of big, too. Probably as big as my open hand. Is it a paperweight? While I’m working, it can stare at me with its creepy clear eyes. Is it a….doorstop? A talisman of some sort? It sounds like a curse…THE CURSE OF THE GLASS DOG. I’d read that. Sounds like a Nancy Drew.

And….

  • Old MRI scans from 2008

Now this one was kind of cool. 2008 is when my brain tumor was first discovered, and these were the scans that discovered it. The scans are big and bulky. I held them up to a window and said, “Hey Andy! Check this out! Look how creepy my eyeballs look!”

For the record, the glass dog’s eyeballs are still creepier.

After these scans were taken, I started on a long trail of drugs and doctors and medical nonsense. 2008 was the last time I was not on any medications. I was getting a little sad about this, but then Andy said, “We have your current scans, and now we have your first scans. You’re one of the very few people who can actually hold up pictures and say, ‘This is my brain, and this is my brain on drugs.” Ha! It’s like the old D.A.R.E. ads, except the pictures aren’t much different from each other and I have to be on drugs, not off them. Life gets weird sometimes.

Anyway, Jesus bear and the glass dog are still looking for placements in my house. I hope the ugly lamp isn’t getting too bonded with the ugly chair. I sense a garage sale in their future…don’t tell my mom.

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3 thoughts on “This is My Brain on Drugs (and Other Useless Things)

  1. My guy is going hiking for 5 days on the Appalachian Trail beginning tomorrow and I am a wreck about it. His survival skills are questionable at the best of times. Plus the next two weeks are full of end of school nonsense, my air conditioner died because a snake crawled in it and messed it up and I am pretty literally having a melt down. What does this have to do with you? Um, nothing. I just wanted to warn you that my brain isn’t necessarily where it should be before writing the comment on your post.
    1. I’m a glass artist. Let’s see a picture of that lamp. I can only imagine what you could turn that into.

    2. Donate the Jesus Bear to a NICU or Pediatric unit.

    3. The MRI scans -that’s really freaking cool.

    4. The dog. Name if and then move it around the house like the Elf on the shelf but don’t mention it to Andy. See if he notices that the dog keeps showing up in weird places. Like the back of the toilet for a few days. Then in the middle of the table. It will be like a cross between the elf and Annabell. I had a super ugly frog I got at the thrift store that I terrorized Brian with.
    Good luck!

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