I got hit upside the head by an aspirin bottle. Ok,
that was a metaphor. Some things I don't get to tell even you. I
just want you to know that I was betrayed and unpleasantly surprised to a
greater degree than I knew before. It should not happen to anyone though
it happens to a lot of people. It was not my turn to be hit upside the
head. I was still holding my head from other big and scary unavoidable
facts of life and I did not think I had a clear spot on my head to be hit;
especially since it was by the very aspirin bottle that I depended on to
comfort me. Guam
One night I went to bed in my wonderful, creative, messy, living house and when I woke up I found that someone had let in a bunch of thugs and I was in
Not the same is not necessarily bad even though it feels bad. Not the same can be much better too. But now it sucks. Luckily though, the thugs can't touch everything.
On a night when I was ill with fever, worn out from emotion and stretched way too thin I caught my 4 children age 2-20 lined up in front of the t.v. howling with laughter. My 11 year old son saved his money and bought a Wii. You can make your own characters on that game with a menu of features and create pretty close caricatures of people. My kids made us. That was fun enough to see me doing things I've long since stopped doing. But then I got co-erced into playing. The prescription to become an 11 year old was just what the doctor ordered. I'm going to take as needed.
On another day that started too early and went too long I made time to go to a full Gospel concert. It was wonderful. I danced until I forgot to care what anyone thought of my form and I needed a drink. It is the exact opposite from what I did in my college days (I needed a drink to forget to care about what anyone thought of my form and then I danced). The prescription to become someone with more faith than sense is just what the Healer ordered. I'm going to overdose.
I'll be on this medication for life.