Apologies

So sorry Readers; I've been down and out.  Had acute appendicitis and then some fluid in my lungs post surgery, so just getting home from the hospital took all my strength.  Haven't given a thought to Wisconsin politics whatsoever. 

Here's where I'm at, and I find it appalling.  I am taking narcotic pain medication, which puts me in a total fog.  I hold off as long as I can, but surgery hurts and sometimes I need help getting through the pain.  I hate narcotic pain medication.  I feel cloaked in a mental fog; sleep is full of strange, unsettling dreams, I'm short of breath, partly because of the pain, partly because of the lung problems and I'm totally convinced that I don't ever want to go through any surgery again.  In short, ready to throw in the medical towel at the first sign of another bout of ill health.

What stuns me, however, is that a very large number of American citizens are totally addicted to the prescription narcotics I'm taking.  Who would want to feel this way?  I can't imagine a life so bleak and careless that this narcotic haze would feel good.  Is this the American Dream?  Is American life so wretched that a segment of our society would rather feel disconnected, and narcotics is a good way of getting there?  Sick as our society seems to be, I can't wait to be back; because this is a terrible place I'm in right now and I don't want to be here one second longer than necessary.