Random Observation for Friday, October 10, 2008

I am sick and tired of all this election nonsense. 

I want this thing to be over with. 

I'm just plain, 'effin, tired of all this crap.  It needs to be over with.  And it needs to be over with now. 

Despite the posts I've put up recently, I have very little inclination to blog about the presidential election.  I am sick of the Chosen One.  I am sick of the media sucking up to the chosen one.  I am sick of the media not giving McCain a fair shot.  Yet, I am completely afflicted with apathy right now, and really can't be bothered to do anything about any of it.  

And, let's face it, my five devoted Cake Eater readers, it's not like anyone cares what I think in the first place. 

This election has been running for way too damn long.  It has been going, full throttle, since Bush was sworn in, four years ago, for his second term.  The positioning, the electioneering, the lies, the sludge, the fraud...it's all part and parcel with an American Presidential election, and I, for one, am sick of it.  I am tired of all this bullshit.  Like the financial meltdown story, I wish it would go away.

"Fatigue" becomes a big concept when you go through chemo.  In terms of responding to cancer treatment, it basically means when you're tired, but you can't sleep it off.  No nap will solve this problem---despite the fact chemo is one of the few situations in life where napping is actively encouraged.  Fatigue, however, is different than just being tired.  You're exhausted and there's no solution, except to sit on the sofa, eat bon bons (if you've got an appetite in the first place) and pray there's a Dirty Jobs' marathon on the Discovery Channel.  Of course, the mountainous packets you received at chemo class inform you that the best way to deal with fatigue is to actively fight against it.  You're supposed to go and take a walk, try and clean the house, or something else of a physical nature; you're supposed to actively work yourself into a place where the fatigue and physical exhaustion in your weakened state will meld together, allowing you to get some rest.  I can tell you that this does work, but...when you're that state of blahdom, it's pretty damn hard to motivate yourself to go for a walk.  It's absolutely counterintuitive.  Your body is telling you one thing; your brain is telling you another.  Which one do you listen to? 

This is where I'm at with this election.  I know I should get my ass up off the sofa, turn off Mike Rowe, and go outside for a stroll around the block, but I can't be bothered.  I want to stay on the sofa, watching Mike's lovely body tremendously screw something up, while his mouth shoots off pithy one liners about just how badly he's screwing things up.  I have no inclination to motivate myself, here at the most important time, to take care of what I need to take care of, which is, mainly, to do my bit to ensure Barack Obama does not become the next president of the United States of America.  I believe this outcome would be disastrous.  Truly, I understand the ramifications of the problem.  

But I can't be bothered to do anything about it.  Due to the electoral process (which is seeming more and more like chemotherapy every damn day) I've got a weakened immune system, I'm anemic, and if you touch me lightly, due to the thrombocytopenia, I'm very likely to develop a bruise.   I'm beyond hoping I won't get any more blood disorders.  I know they're right around the bend.  All I want is for it to be over with.  I'm done with caring about the specifics of the treatment.  It's all going wrong anyway, why should I hope for the best?  All I can do, right here, right now, is hang on for dear life and hope the ride will be over with soon enough.  The election has been going on for too damn long.  I'm apathetic as a result.  It just needs to be over with.