My action figure Jesus with glide motion has a technicolor dream coat
Of all the things I was given for Christmas, none is as precious to me as the companionship of my friends, especially Christa. She brings joy into my life in numerous evil ridden ways. She laughs at me when I cringe in fear from her 27 pound demon named Nemo, who has chased me across her apartment and up onto a Futon with his razor sharp claws and meniacal hissing/growls. She laughs at me when I'm in horrible pain from a cramp in my foot, then pokes the walnut sized lump on the side of my foot with her pointy index finger. She laughs when I open my mouth and things like "Iiiiiiiiii'm a looker" or "She's a multicreamer" pop out with innocent intentions but our dirty minds automatically take us to the dark side. She takes my Archie Mcphee purchase of an action figure Jesus and makes him a technicolor dream coat out of reversable wrapping paper. She tells me I'm not a bad person, that I shouldn't waste my time on people who don't return my phone calls and emails. She tells me that she'll never like these people because they've hurt me too much, but she'll be nice to them if I decide to remain their friends. She tells me that somewhere out there is a guy for me, not to despair cus I'll find him..or stumble across twenty almosts until I do. She invites me to her family events so much her mother calls me her "other daughter" and her grandmother welcomes me with open arms as soon as she sees me. She's the best friend I've ever had. And one day I'm going to get around to making up the t-shirt that we keep joking about. The one that will point out how close we really are to people...it will simply say in big bold type that they will easily be able to read: SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!
A Waterfall in Kelvingrove Park, Glasgow.
I was standing on the edge
It gave way
I destroyed something beautiful
A few nights ago, I dreamed that I lost a tooth. A molar. It shattered, filling my mouth with tooth chips and blood. I had to leave church and find a dentist.
So there was this woman in a waiting room yesterday today. Not a dentist's waiting room, in case you were wondering. Anyway, she had her tiny daughter sprawled sleeping across her lap. As I walked into the room, the door chimed to announce my arrival. And this puffy haggard little woman looked up and assured me that "She sleeps through anything."
I hadn't been worried about waking the child, but I smiled at her. She had obviously been waiting quite a while, and was obviously bored. There was nobody visible behind the counter. "Was she a preemie?" I asked, looking at the toddler. Preemies interest me. My niece was born three months early, weighing only one pound. She's seven years old now, intelligent and full of beans.
"No," said the toddler's mom, "the Down's Syndrome keeps her small." Oh. I hadn't even noticed.
There ensued a surreal conversation, the whole of which I will not recount here. But it culminated in her disclosure that the child's father was in the hospital. When I asked what was wrong she said, "He's havin' all his teeth out. I had mine out last year. It's much healthier."
Outside my husband, who is nobody's father, wonders what would cause people to have all their teeth removed. "Poverty," I explained. "Malnutrition, and no dental care.
It was sobering, but also hilarious. I don't really know what to think, but I am brushing and flossing with renewed diligence.
Dr. Ondreko thinks that the stomach problems could be caused by a: Diabetes setting in early (reason she thinks this could be it is because my blood sugar has been bouncing between 65 and 150 during the time I couldn't keep food down) or b: An H. pylori infection, that if left untreated could lead to ulcers.
Dr. Ondreko took blood and is testing for the H. pylori bacteria, and in the meantime, she has become my favorite person. Why?
She gave me a new medication for my stomach, called Protonix, and as long as I remember to take it, I can keep food down, as long as it isn't horribly greasy or spicy. I love this medication! My energy levels are beginning to stabilize, and I'm starting to feel normal (for me) again!
And you know what? I think I'm going to go fix my lunch now, just because I can!
Everyone is my friend, yet everyone is against me. I feel unfairly treated, though everyone is the same. I feel disparaged, though everything remains unchanged.
I cannot go on. I cannot feel.
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