Off To The Races

I hate it when I can’t get my thoughts to congeal, as evidenced by my inability to pay attention in church this morning or concentrate on writing for the past couple of days. I’m fine otherwise, but there’s this constant flow of ideas which slip away just as quickly as I become aware of them…..although every now and again a random concept will sneak out of my mouth like a brain-fart: “Hey, Honey, have you ever thought about why men have nipples?”

I had to apologize to God several times during Mass for being so distracted. I was trying to keep my mind on His business, but I’m worried about a dear family friend who’s in the hospital across the country with blood clots in her lungs, and it hasn’t done my ability to focus a bit of good. So in between stray thoughts about elephants and whether or not I’ll land that job I interviewed for last Friday, I prayed for my friend and tried to listen to the priest, who (I think) was talking about relationship—between God and man, and of course between humans.

I looked at Will and briefly contemplated the 34 years of our relationship before I was drawn offsides again by the memory of last night, when our oldest son—the one who didn’t speak to me for six months—and his girlfriend came to see us and take us to dinner. I don’t want to jinx it by saying too much, but I think that kid is FINALLY starting to get his act together a bit. He’s actually sticking with a course of action (college classes) and has been with the girl for quite awhile, which is only the second time that’s happened in his whole life. It’s a start…..which is a helluva lot more than he had going for him last fall.

OK, there’s one whole idea completed. Yay. My thoughts usually don’t race this much when I’m in a normal state, but of course they always do to some degree. As many of you know, my brain has only two speeds: fast, and Power Ranger, and there is no OFF switch. Right now it’s just making it damned difficult to write, but that could be merely because I don’t really have anything to write about. I’m a “no-drama mama”—there’s nothing major going on in my life at the moment, only lots of little things, so why my mind is chasing itself round and round and playing hide-and-seek is something of a mystery.

And again I wonder…..why do men have nipples??


Published by bpnurse

I'm a retired registered nurse and writer who also happens to be street-rat crazy, if the DSM-IV.....oops, 5---is to be believed. I was diagnosed with bipolar I disorder at the age of 55, and am still sorting through the ashes of the flaming garbage pile that my life had become. Here, I'll share the lumps and bumps of a late-life journey toward sanity.... along with some rants, gripes, sour grapes and good old-fashioned whining from time to time. It's not easy being bipolar in a unipolar world; let's figure it out together.

12 thoughts on “Off To The Races

  1. Men have nipples because all embryos and fetuses start off female. If the fetus is meant to be male, virilization occurs and the fetus develops a penis.


    1. Wow! What a cool fact that is! I just explained it to Will and told him they were leftovers from when he’d been a girl. He wasn’t too thrilled. 😀


  2. This is natural sometimes, the Holy Spirit nudging us with thoughts He wants us to deal with or pray about … things maybe we aren’t even aware of. Sometimes this does happen in church – and it’s ok. Aggravating, lol, but ok…


      1. I have to laugh at that one BiP – remember I brought up to AKY eating the elephant one bite at a time? 😉 so it may be more applicable than you think!


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