Turn Back the Clock and Begin Again (CRW150 - #6)

I really haven’t any brains, you know. And I might have to go into settings to change that… if only I could find my settings. But thus far, it has been a fruitless endeavor. I’m really not sure why, except for the absenteeism brain problem. That seems to be the root of all my issues these days.

You see it all started when I was talking to the saguaro, who was then whispering to the Ocotillo, when the Prickly pear interrupted. Prickly pears are known to be, um, kinda prickly and rude. Next thing you know the saguaro and the Ocotillo have turned away and I am left in an argument with the damnable prickly pear, who’s name is Russ, by the way. It seems that Russ thought I had insulted his violet flower, behind his back. What?! I didn’t even know Russ was even in bloom. Maybe that’s why he was overly sensitive and maybe misheard incorrectly.

Well, one thing leads to another and before ya know it, Russ had slapped my cup of TEECHINO out of my hand! The nerve of that guy! Plus, Pricklys leave little pointy spines behind and the side of my hand was full of them, where he’d made contact. So, I began yelping in pain, stood up, hit my head on an overgrown flowering lantana bush and fell directly into its folds, losing my brain out my biggest ear. Holy Case for Christ!

As I lay limp and wounded, in the yellow and purple hues of the tangled mass of lantana overgrowth, I think I also smacked my left eye because I kept seeing “The Wolves of Winter” approaching me cautiously as their skins covered companion lowered his bow to look me over. But I don’t think this is what Ken Payne had in mind for this statue or maybe I just need to fight my way out of this lantana filled nightmare.

Back on solid ground, I feel fuzzy headed and my left ear is wet, but it doesn’t dawn on me yet that I’m missing a major part of my anatomy. I just feel the pain in my hand and all the funny smelling leaves on my clothes, look down and see my nametag; “Lee Strobel” on my shirt. Guess I forgot to take that off when I got home from working at the HAND SANITIZER Shop.

Darting a quick look to make sure I’m not being followed by Russ, I call my friend, Pablo and ask for a ride to my chiropractor.
“Yes, I know, Pablo, But I think getting in to see my chiropractor will really help me”.
Now, if I could just figure out where I put my phone, as I look at the hand I seem to be talking to.
See what I mean? Losing your mind is one thing, losing your brain is an entirely different situation and really not that much fun either.