Thursday, March 5, 2009
Remember the good ole days when you got brain freeze from eating something cold too quickly? Malt. Sno cone. Bomb pop. That pain expanding in the front of your head until you thought it was going to explode. My automatic response was to put my hand to my forehead, pound on it a bit and maybe rub it to see if I could shake it loose.
Well, these days I get the same sensation every time I’m near a media outlet. A knee jerk, Pavlovian response with my hand rubbing my forehead as I try to get my brain to work. It happens when I hear/read/see anything about the stimulus package.
But really, what normal person can wrap their mind around the gazillions of dollars we are stacking up in debt? I have to use a fake sissy word like gazillion because when I think of the actual trillion dollar amount I slide into cerebral defecto mode.
I think the only solution is to run up to Mr. Wizard and slurp down – really fast – a large chocolate malt. Maybe the real deal brain freeze will push aside that strange numbness inside my head.
Ah, the good ole days.