I know when the weather front hit my neighborhood last night because I woke up at 3:42 a.m. with my right side really hurting and I can’t seem to catch up to the pain with my meds.

I realize that I left my blog readers hanging because a lot of you don’t twitter, but I did finally get the results of my cat scan and I’m cancer free and won’t have to have chemo. I’ll get another scan in another 90 days and keep that schedule for a couple of years.

My finances are untenable with the thousands I owe the doctors who saved my life and I’m such an all American boy that money troubles give me the self-loathing yips and crush my ego.

The stress has put a blemish on my left cheek that’s gonna be a blazing red crusty monster that frightens children and makes domesticated animals bolt at the sight of my monstrous face.

Speaking of pain meds, I’ve been having opiate dreams and they can be very disturbing and very vivid. I’m not going to write about them because I don’t believe in the dream interpretation symbolism shamanism and you Freudians with your little dream books can just stuff it. As best I can tell, they seem to be about self loathing, if that makes any of you feel any better about anything. For all the Lortabs I take, you’d think I could have some really good sex dreams, but NOOOOO.

I made myself some meatloaf for dinner last night and it was pretty tasty if I do say so myself. Watched “Jaws” while I ate and that old movie still holds up pretty good. I still love the line when Roy Schneider backs into the boathouse and tells Robert Shaw “We’re gonna need a bigger boat.” I first saw that movie in a huge theater in Germantown, TN, a suburb of Memphis. There were about 500 people there and it was the premiere of the film. When the face drops into the hole in the hull of the boat and Richard Dreyfuss drops the shark tooth, the barometric pressure of that theater must have dropped several points from all the breath being simultaneously sucked in; then, deafening screams in both male and female registers. One of my favorite film watching experiences. That shared audience reaction is something that just isn’t replicated watching a dvd at home or streamed onto a computer.

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