I know I said on Wuss Out Wednesday I might not have a Lame Post Friday this week. I’m thinking nobody really took that thought seriously. It is Lame Post Friday, and here I go with random observations and half-baked philosophy.
My first observation, and you may judge its random qualities for yourself, is that I am a terrible kvetch. Seriously, I complain all the time. In my defense, I’ve heard that the more you complain, the longer God lets you live. Or, as Rosanne Rosannadanna said, it’s always something (at least, I think Rosanne Rosannadanna said it. It was some Gilda Radner character; I never watched much Saturday Night Live) (oh dear, is that one of the things I should never admit about myself?).
Where was I? Nowhere in particular. Trying not to complain so much. Today at work I realized I was doing it and tried to stop, with indifferent success. Toward the end of the day I thought I achieved a happy medium. I said, “You know, I don’t think I should have taken both the decongestant and the headache medicine. On the brighter side, I don’t have a headache and my nose isn’t stuffed up.”
You see, I looked on the bright side, so I thought that was a step in the right direction (that must qualify as half-baked philosophy). A co-worker said it was good if my nose wasn’t running, because I would have to go catch it.
“I would just let it go,” I admitted. This is what mixing medications does to you. I spent the rest of the day wondering what I might say to someone who then said to me, “Well, it’s as plain as the nose on your face.”
Any suggestions?
Mohawk Valley Girl 
If my nose ran away I don’t think I would want it anymore.
They do say if you love something set it free… Come to think of it I could philosophize half-bakedly on that thought for a whole other Lame Friday Post. Thanks!
Love the title, it tickled me. I have been complaining all day. One thing after another went wrong. Plus the pain in my jaw, hence my teeth and face and for some strange reason there is a spot on the back of my head where it feels like a foot going to sleep. Go figure.
I think I need to philosophize (half-bakedly, of course) further on the question, is it OK to complain if there is something really wrong? Or, I guess, less kvetchy? And when the doctor’s report says “patient presented complaining of…” I’m thinking that’s not even the same thing at all.