Weekly Update—Hijacked Edition

July 27, 2026

Last night I was caught in that liminal space between waking and dream. It's not uncommon for this to occur when my pain levels are too high but medication is making me drowsy. I dislike it because it becomes impossible to distinguish wakefulness from sleeping. I spent three hours writing a small note to someone. That's what the clock says. I felt it to be almost instantaneous.

My pain levels have been so high that trying to write my weekly journal is almost impossible. I'm simply incapable of remembering much of last week at this time. There's fragments, but little more. I know it will pass, but in this moment my brain is very foggy on recollection. I think I'm in a minor migraine as well. It's just not powerful enough to have my attention. When I concentrate, I can feel it.

I have some things I need to get done, but I don't know if I will succeed. I really just want to go back to sleep. I may give myself permission to write today off and do so. The correct balance is critical, or I'll just make things worse. I am grateful to be aware this is temporary.

I spent years at this level of pain and higher on the daily. It was my norm. I am flabbergasted by that. It is little wonder that at that time I thought living to 50 a sure nightmare. Being past 50, I no longer hold the same belief, but I would not desire to live like this each day. I doubt anyone would.

I think I'm going to go back to sleep for now. I'll probably put Doctor Who on in the background to possibly help influence my dreams. Movies have influenced most of the last poems I have written. I call them pseudo-ekphrastic because I grab words from the physical backdrop of a scene. Very helpful for when the mind's decided language beyond “Ouch!” is unnecessary.

Yes. There's definitely a migraine brewing. Hopefully I will manage to knock myself out before it incapacitates.