Feeling blue

I lived with my brother Jack and his wife Joanne in a two level house on a peaceful little street in south Queens.   The only interruption in calmness our neighborhood suffered was the ocassional nerve-shattering clamor of low-flying airliner making its final descent to land at the nearby airport.
Early one day in late spring or was it early summer, I really can't recall. . . Let's just say the day was sunny and warm.  Anyhow, I decided to continue the project that Jack and Joanne started earlier in the week.  The result of their labors lied before me, an empty four-foot high aluminum swimming pool with a wooden deck attached.  Most of the work was completed except for two finishing touches, filling the pool with water and painting the deck.

When the water that was pouring out of our tiny garden hose reached the half way mark on the pool, I started to feel uncomfortably warm.  Yet I pressed on with a paint brush in my right hand and a gallon of royal blue paint in my left.  Or was it a paint brush in my left hand and the paint bucket in my right. . . sorry, nevermind.  I'm getting off the point here . . .

What was I saying? Ah yeah,it was hot out and I was ready to paint.

Why bother to take a break now, I unreasonably thought, the project is half finished.

However my reasonable self countered, Remember it's only 10AM and the day is sure to get even warmer

Yea, yea. . .You forget I have shorts on. My unreasonable self  chided back.

Then you're perfectly dressed to wade in that cool water instead of painting that hot deck my reasonable self jumped back in.

If I do that, my unreasonable self maintained, I won't be able to surprise Jack and Joanne with a freshly painted deck.

My reasonable self strongly implored.  Then paint, if you must.  And promise me to take your pills, you have epilepsy, don't forget.

So onward I went to that unpainted deck, thinking more quietly so my reasonable self couldn't overhear, I'll take those pills right after I put the first coat of paint on the deck.

If your angry at me right now, I don't blame you.  It takes a  fool to paint in the heat, but a bigger fool to paint in the heat and skip medicine.
Since I had thrown logic to the wind that day,  I started from the bottom step until I found myself  painted into a corner on the very top of the deck.
I looked at my goof and then unreasonably noted, "At least this is fast drying paint.

This is a gem.  My reasonable self began laughing, Stuck up there in the heat and without your medicine, huh?  Yes, yes. . . I overheard you talking to yourself again.   Just jump off there, will ya. . . I ammm daaa ya yaa . . .

Voices began to disappear, even my own.  My back suddenly felt like it was being tightly wrung out just like a dish rag and I saw myself tumble all the way down the freshly painted steps of the deck.  Then that can of royal blue paint somehow emptied its contents onto my head.
As I gradually came out of my stupor I knew I had a seizure. No broken bones, no injuries, just a face that was aglistening royal blue.  My biggest fear at the time was not being able to clean up the mess I made.  Sure I showered and scrubbed but I found it invain.   So I draped an ol trench coat around me, plopped a big hat on my head and sheepishly strolled around the corner to secure the aid of my brother where he was visiting Joanne's family.
I really don't think he was expecting the sight of a blue-covered man that stood humiliated at the door, so he   announced
"Hey everyone, a smurf. . ."

you may think that this tale taught me this lesson.

doctors prescribe drugs for a reason

if taken daily one must never ever evade.

you're wrong if you thought I learned that, my friend

cause at times I obey my unreasonable end,

and fall victim to more seizures, I'm afraid.