I'd like a replacement, please...

Dear Dr. Zhivago,

 

Yeah, um, about that complete hysterectomy you gave me two summers ago?  I’ve decided I want my uterus back.

 

So what that it was filled with adenomyosis; when you took out my  uterus and all that other stuff, you also took something mighty important to my marriage.  (You know…the “drive”.)  And those hormonal tidal waves?  Yeah, I don’t like those so much; my family runs for cover and hides for DAYS at the first sign of a missed little blue pill.

 

So, if you could so kindly put all the stuff “back in”, I would greatly appreciate it.

 

Oh, and this time, try to sew it together a little more tightly.  We don’t want that nine-inch incision coming apart AGAIN now, do we?? (Sweet jesus, that another post altogether...)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sometimes material just PRESENTS itself...

Today during sharing someone brought up their dog.  This, as you know, always starts a chain reaction, and today it was no different.  Except THIS was the kicker...

Johnny:  "My dog Jake peed upstairs, and my dad yelled, 'Jake, you bastard!!!'  " 

gulp.  

It's tough lugging around this heavy heart...

I was 26 years old when my mother died- a scant seven years to the day after my father.

 

I don’t remember many details following her death, and I’m convinced I suffered from some sort of breakdown.  I can’t speak for my sister or brother, but I moved through many years in a bit of a haze. 

 

I did make several life-changing choices during that period of sadness. The first, I quit law school in the middle of my second year and went back to school for my teaching certificate.   Secondly, I left a five year marriage that was laden with drug use and heavy partying.  I feel these were two incredibly good decisions, made under the influence of grief.  (Some things become abundantly clear during those days…)

I moved through the years painfully, feeling a bit lost and disillusioned.  Strangely, I am feeling that way again these days, and I am struggling like a wounded soul trying to keep my head above these rising waters of sadness. 

 

I want to thank you all for throwing me all your lifelines.   Can you see me valiantly trying to grab a hold of one?

 

I will continue reaching, safe in the knowledge that at least one of those damn things will hit me on the head and wake me up.

 

 

(thank you, my friends, thank you……i may continue to post old funnies, forgive me...)