I’m participating in Six Sentence Sunday, a cool effort that invites authors to post six sentences from one of their works on Sunday morning. Six Sentence Sunday will then link the post on their site. It’s a slick concept, and I encourage everyone to check it out. This post is six sentences from my essay “I Hate My Brain,” which is available in my book Bring Us The Head Of The Velveteen Rabbit.
Don’t get me wrong, I understand that brains get a little weird when your body produces a smidge too much of something or other, or when things get out of whack in the lobes, or sometimes really for no reason at all. But there’s only so long you can go with your brain making you act like a crazy man before you say a dignified, “Enough.” I’m not positive what my brain has to say at this point, because we’ve only been communicating through my thyroid. For example, I’ll say to my thyroid, “Hey, ask my brain how to calculate the distribution of a chi square test,” and the thyroid will come back a little later and say, “Your brain answered, but it was just a bunch of squiggly symbols I don’t understand. How about some extra hormones instead?” That’s not as helpful as I might wish.
Again, please check out some of the other authors linked at Six Sentence Sunday.
*sigh* I have a thyroid like that. 😀 Nice six
Thanks very much, I appreciate you visiting! Would it be too obvious to observe that we’re all slaves to our thyroids?
Not in the least 🙂 They have their way with us, whether we like it or not. Mine has taken over my neck, dammit, and makes me looks as though I have tried and failed to swallow a grapefruit.
The fact that I have Grave’s disease makes this at once both hysterically funny and horribly familiar. Or maybe it’s just 1am. *shrug* Love your voice, anyway!
Thanks for visiting and for the kind words! It seems like there are a lot of ways for our brains to be broken, but just a small number of ways for them to be considered “operating properly.” As an act of solidarity, I’m sending you a thyroid-sized, virtual whip and chair to help you impose some order around there.