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“Hello?” Yes, hello. Is this Mrs. Messiness? “Yes.” Great. Telemarketer. Mrs. Messiness? Did you get an order from your doctor recently for a medical exam? “Yes.” What? Why did you answer that question? Now you’re stuck. Wow, she’s good. Totally tricked me with a surprise question. Mrs. Messiness? Mrs. Messiness, did your doctor recommend that you have a mammogram? Do you have . . . → Read More: We take care of you I have written 5 blog posts while sitting here – all about nothing. Here’s what I need to write about: I found a lump in my left breast. I went the doctor, like your supposed to. She said “I am not overly worried, but with such a strong family history, I want you to have a mammogram”. That’s verbatim. I . . . → Read More: A strong family history So I was poking around the interwebz and found a bunch of stuff I wrote another-lifetime ago. Needless to say, it is odd (to say the least) to run into yourself like that. I immediately put on my dark glasses and backed away quietly before old-me pulled a shank on new-me and took off . . . → Read More: A visit from the olden days Tonight, I am one of those people I can’t stand that look at sad things and read sad poems and listen to sad music and be sad. I suck. I hate it when I do this. The problem with being someone who “suffers from depression” is that you can’t tell the difference between sad or down or blue . . . → Read More: Don’t even read this. There was no end to the excuses I would let my grandmother get away with. I would nod when she told me stories, nod when she got them backwards, nod when she called me by my mothers’ name. I believed everything she said – every time she spoke, because she was an anomaly to me. She was . . . → Read More: Crazy can’t save you from cancer. . . . → Read More: Wordless Wednesday: The funniest stuff on earth I have not taken a drink of alcohol in 2 years, 2 weeks and 2 days, as of today. I get nervous when my allergies act up because it means I might . . . → Read More: Being ‘Better’ In 23 days, The Goddess will be road-tripping from Washington to Texas to come and see me!! I am so grossly excited that I can’t stand myself. So, we took Billy to the airport last week to send him off to his father for the yearly summer visit. After fighting with the ex all year over the visitation schedule, decision making authorities and who pays for what, it was a trip we weren’t sure he would be making. In the end, though, our . . . → Read More: The incredible exploding family *Click here to start at the beginning. There was no other thing. The ‘this thing’ that the girl has most afraid of was true: she was pregnant. Not sick or dying: pregnant. Not going to be okay and not getting out of this. She simply couldn’t figure out how this would end or why she wasn’t dying or . . . → Read More: Stalker – Part 5 |
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