Laying in bed last night, feeling marvelously mellow and thrilled and joyful and happy and pleasantly pleased to be alive, it dawned on me: I'm on steroids and this is what they DO to me. But I'm gonna take these feelings, capture 'em, bottle 'em up, REMEMBER 'em as being something I can/do feel, as something I believe and am, and then when (as will happen) things ain't feeling quite so hot, I'll pull 'em out, dredge 'em up, remember 'em, know there's a place to which I can return, where I'm at peace, calm, serene, happy to be me. Good sh!t. 'Cause they're real and they're mine, even if the particular spin's helped 'long by special meds. In fact, perhaps it's precisely the Spin that's so wonderful: the frame of mind: the filter through which the perceptions and thoughts 'bout 'em flow: the how I deal with, analyze (not so much actually), FEEL 'bout how I'm feeling that's helping prolong the wonderfulness that is my life and those around me (far and wide).

( Whining Within - Feel Free to Ignore )

And now to instill more eye drops into my right eye and tape it shut for the night. Must remember to procure more eye pads o'morrow!