Whomp
These days, I'm the Grampa Simpson of the household.
The steroids I've been taking three times a day used to kick me in to a shrieking, ecstatic image of a WWW wrestler, flinging his sweaty hair, yelling at whoever he's whompin' with the folded chair.
Well, I'd sit quietly. But inside, I'd be whompin' for a minute, feel like flying out of the living room, or the car.
That's changed. Now the steroids kick in with the verbally sophisticated well-dressed Gary Oldman villain from "Leon" where he plays a cop who sets up murderous raids on innocent families, taking his pills that act like my steroids.
So, I'm a little more sophisticated. C'est magnifigue.
For about a minute. Then I'm back to Grampa Simpson.
On Monday, I start a two-month daily irradiation therapy that's supposed to stop the growth of the vast and deep brain tumor. After that, it'll be time for me to research bringing back current long-term memory.