VALLEY OF THE DOLL

I have resisted the ordinary like it was the black plague for as long as I can remember.  I mean why would anyone choose Martinelli’s when there is so obviously Veuve Clicquot yellow label in the next aisle? 

Rendered tragically flat on my back since Christmas, I am lately, for hours on end pondering this and other why for’s of my life and the next.  

Perhaps it is the haze created by banana pudding mixed with Dilaudid? Or, maybe it is the silence that only searing pains at 3:45 am can elucidate. Whatever, I am all the better for an about face.  

Yes, BLINKY “Ordinary is extraOrdinary when unexpected, unsolicited and perfectly timed.” 

TIN HAT ON! We’ve a ways to go.

Post Script of explanation:
Blinky? Who he? Ah, the scented and stuffed green frog who has traveled the journey from Johns Hopkins trauma to Washington Hospital Center to National Rehabilitation Hospital avec moi.