Where Am I?

…And what have I been doing? Man-o-man I’m not sure. It’s been a very weird week or so. I’ve been reading some books, watching good movies and TV, had a strange episode in the bedroom, and generally hibernating until Spring.

blaze_richard_bachman.jpgFirst the book. I’ve been reading Blaze by the pseudonymous Richard Bachman (aka Stephen King). As the note at the beginning says, King “found” this manuscript among his early writings and decided to dust it off and put it out there for our consumption. Well, folks, I believe him, because this is Stephen King at his absolute FINEST. I’ve been reading King since I was a teenager. I own every one of his books, his novellas, his short story collections, and his non-fiction. I’ve read all of them except the newest, Dumas Key, and that’s sitting on my shelf, awaiting my perusal as we speak. I know this is a bad thing to say in front of the kiddies, but when King wrote his early stuff (pre-The Stand), which included such gems as Carrie, Cujo, The Shining, Dead Zone, and ‘Salem’s Lot, he admitted to having a drug and alcohol problem. He freely writes about it in his biographical material so it’s no secret and it’s not intended as slander. Unfortunately, he wrote his best fiction under the influence of alcohol and drugs. His early works have clearly defined, heart-felt characters and tight plots that wrung the emotions out of you.

However, after The Stand, his handle on characterization and plot started to unravel. Don’t get me wrong! I loved and wrote part of my Master’s Thesis using Rose Madder. All of his “middle period” books were almost as good as the early ones: It, The Tommyknockers, Insomnia. However, I’ve noticed a shift since then and maybe it’s just because, like all writers, he has a hard time coming up with original material. But Blaze is absolutely breathtaking, in my opinion. The story centers on Clayton Blaisdell, Jr. (Blaze), who along with his partner in crimes, decide to pull off a kidnapping on a scale comparable to the Lindbergh kidnapping. The writing is tight, smooth, witty, and boy do I really care about Blaze. It’s a tragic story which leaves you rooting for the “bad” guy, in this case Blaze who can’t help that his father prevented Blaze from ever living a normal life after throwing him down the stairs a time or two. I love this character and I’m not even done with it yet, but I’m sure it doesn’t end well.

Another excellent foray into storytelling netted an anxiety riddled, hard-to-watchhardcandyposter.jpg movie called Hard Candy, starring Oscar winner, Ellen Page (i.e. Juno). She plays a 14 year old girl who is far, far wiser than her chronological age. She meets men on the internet and we think she goes home with them to have sex, but she has ulterior motives, all of which we are privy to for the remainder of the gut-wrenching film. All online predators should watch the movie. I’m not kidding, but of course they won’t, their too busy preying on underage girls and boys. Perhaps teen girls should watch this film, but they should realize that putting yourself in this situation is far more dangerous than playing around on the internet and in online chat rooms. It’s about taking that extra step into madness. In other words, “Don’t try this at home!” Page’s character is insane, there’s no other word for it. But you are compelled to root for her and, like her, feel some vindication in the face of the predatory monster that she takes on. It will make you angry or it will upset you, depending on whether you try to “feel” for the man or not. Interesting how movies make you think strongly about what it is you are feeling as you watch. I would say this movie is NOT for anyone under 18.

Well, and now to my bedroom story. Please stop reading if you don’t like frank and sexually honest discussions…….. Ok, have all the squeamish left the room? Well, this weekend the hubby and I were engaging in a little romp in the bedroom. I was on top, which I dislike, but thought, what the hey. Well, things were going quite well, but right at the point of orgasm, WHAM! I felt this pressure climbing up my spine, pool at the base of my skull, and slam around my head like an icepick hat just got rammed onto the top of my head!! I mean I grabbed my head and fell off and had to lay there for 15 minutes before the dizziness stopped and I could get up. Talk about a Buzzkill! Scared the daylights out of the hubby. The rest of the day I felt nauseous and dizzy. It didn’t really go away until later that night and the next day I felt like a blanket had been thrown over me.

Now, like everyone else, I’ve had sinus problems during the change of seasons. I’ve had cold symptoms and both my daughter and husband have had the flu. Still, I called my gynecologist (since I had a hysterectomy 6 months ago) and my cardiologist (since I had a stent put in over a year ago) (I’m a mess). Both said they’d never heard of such a thing, but a quick search on the internet got some results. In both calls, the doctors only said, “If it happens again, call us.” I’m sorry, but if it happens again, I’m DEAD!! It was the worst headache of my life and I don’t get migraines. I only drink one cup of coffee in the morning, water all day long, and MAYBE one soda at night. Anyway, it was frightening and to read about it on the internet gives me all kinds of horrifying diagnoses and “cures” (apparently being overweight is also a cause of this too and every other ill doctors know nothing about. Sheesh! Get off it already!). Well, last night, we tried to recreate the event only with me laying down. I started to get that pressure buildup feeling in my head again and right at the moment of orgasm, I did get a general pressure headache, but not as intense and not as debilitating as the one on Saturday. Today, my ears feel a little stuffy as well. I feel as if during the last year, I’ve gone to hell in a hand basket, health wise and it’s a little frightening since come this Saturday, I’ll be 48! Scary.

Anyway, that’s my tale of woe. That’s what I’ve been doing. And all this politics stuff on TV makes me sick, but apparently not as sick as the bedroom! TTFN!

10 thoughts on “Where Am I?

  1. At least now you have a good excuse not to be on top πŸ˜›
    Hope things start looking up again soon.

    Happy Birthday – Easter baby! I should have known you were a pices πŸ™‚

  2. THanks for the book reviews.

    As far as the bedroom inciedent. I have had this happen to me a few times over the last 20 years. I always attributed it me tensing up at the point a very intense orgasim and my back and neck created a massive headache. I was never able to put my finger on the cause. hmmm.

  3. tobeme,

    First, Applause for not being squeamish about the sex thing (clapping)! Thank you for sharing your experience! It’s good to hear that I’m not the only one, but most who experience it find no cause. Yes, the tension thing sounds interesting, but don’t we always tense at that time? Of course, this one was particularly good! πŸ™‚ And why now? Of course, I feel really crappy today, so maybe I’m coming down with something.

  4. Completely off topic of anything in your post, but I want to tell you I love your Serenity picture and quote. As I surf through the blogosphere, I often wonder just how meddlesome I have any right, or desire, to be.

  5. Quester,

    Perfectly ok to be off topic now and then! πŸ™‚ Yes, how meddlesome do we have a right to be? Meddlesome is ok if we think we can help with something, but not ok if go past the point of “help” to coercion?

    Now desiring to be meddlesome is another thing entirely. πŸ™‚

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