Happy Land

So the GP calls me today around lunchtime to let me know she's just come from an outpatient procedure (the gory details of which I will spare you) and wants to know if I need any help with the book.

What you have to understand is that when the GP is on either painkillers, antibiotics or sedatives, she becomes my muse. Drug her and she can come up with some of the wildest, most twisted, and downright best ideas for my books, the kind I can just take off and run with.

Today she was stone drunk on Versed. There is a sublime state of euphoria that comes with the administration of Versed. Experiencing it is one thing. Witnessing it is something entirely different. Different. Entirely. If you haven't been around someone in the throes of this euphoria, you might not understand. Trust me, it's the funniest dang thing you've ever seen. The GP and I spent nearly half an hour on the phone and by the time I got her to hang up I had tears running down my face. She giggled the whole time, especially when telling me her doctor's name - Dr. Abu (like the monkey from Aladdin - more hysterical laughter) Fakhruddin. When you're in La-La Land, this name is hilarious. It's funny even when you're sober.

Summer before last one idiot kid in our neighborhood shot my son in the arm with a BB gun. Outpatient surgery was required. The Boy discovered where Happy Land was when they gave him the pre-operative dose of intravenous Versed. The best part is he doesn't remember ANY of it.

Neither will she.

Hmmm, so I can come up with some absolutely wild-card plot line for my WIP and then tell her it's her fault because SHE gave me the idea while she was screaming in my ear about what great $#!@ Versed is. And she'll be none the wiser, 'cause she won't remember ...

Oh, wait. She reads the blog. Oops.

Never mind, then.

I am in Happy Land myself, not from Versed but because my CDs came in the mail yesterday, a full week earlier than expected. Yay, Holst!

So this morning the study is ringing with lovely music courtesy of Frederick Fennell and The Cleveland Symphonic Winds. Music to write by.

Euphoria is a happy place.

Read a book. Buy yourself a CD - of whatever kind of music you're into. It's good for you!

=) JB