Braaaiiiinnnzzz

So, during one of my drugged up nights I started thinking of that old anti-drug commercial. You know, the one that went a little like this:

the egg representing your whole, awesome, non-drugged brain and the smooshed egg representing your not so awesome drugged brain. 

Now I survive off of prescribed medications at their lowest dose when I have issues but even not drugged my brain isn't a happy, smiling egg. So here's my interpretation of my brain and it's various phases:

So my brain normally is okay. It's like a puzzle with a few pieces missing. I can't remember some things, usually words, things I've said or haven't said. 

Brain on codine (I take Tylenol with codine, not straight codine) is a little like a platypus. It started out going one way, changed it's mind and started doing something else, then went another direction again.

Brain before codine is sad... note previously I said that I have to get to about 8 or 9 on the pain scale before I'll even allow anyone to give me any medication. I don't like feeling like a platypus, so I avoid it as much as I can... so I end up really bad before I finally give up and allow the platypus-ness to take over. 

Last of course is brain while trying to sleep. This is probably one of the reasons I'm an insomniac. Because my brain while trying to sleep is like a potato battery. Eventually it looses energy and knocks out but until then it keeps going and going...

While planning out this blog post I realized that my vaguely cat-related blog had no mention of cats I tried to think of a way that all of this brainy talk related at all to Koko and Prince. To my pleasure, I realized my cats react the same to me no matter the state of my brain. My cats watch over me, care for me and are gentle no matter what. 

Since there's so little cat in this post, here's my brain on cats: