Just want to take a quick moment to say thank you to all of you who stopped by and left me encouraging comments yesterday. They mean more than you know. I’m serious.
I’m feeling better today. I went to see my doctor and we are waging a good battle. My hands have stopped trembling and I am much more present. I have also started to feel that it will all be OK. I’m still going to seek out a good psychiatrist that can perhaps go a little deeper on this beast of a problem, someone who deals with this everyday and knows what they’re talking about. I’ve dealt with this for four years now, and it’s time.
A couple of responses to comments…
My dear Zadge, why would you EVER trim a mullet?? A mullet is the pinnacle of masculine badges of honor. And last time I took my kid to the dentist they had to knock him out with ether and yank six of his teeth. He was singing “Sweet Home Alabama” to the hygenist who was so tickled by his performance she convinced the dentist to cap his other teeth in gold. As soon as they fall out, we are going to melt down the gold and fashion him his first earring. Zadge, please send him a toothbrush with Dale Earnhardt on it ASAP. And toothpaste that is flavored like Wild Turkey.
Stacia, my long-lost high-school sluffing glittery girl – send me a text to pep me up, and please show up unannounced at my house in your sequins with a bottle of tequila. We will play quarters and watch Jersey Shore and Real Housewives of Beverly Hills re-runs and do push-ups in between refreshing our drinks. I heart you.
Meg, thank you for being there these last few weeks with your dedicated reading and comments…and thank you for the “bravo”. It felt great. To my gorgeous sister, Shea – I just love you. Thank you for back rubs, listening to me, and being supportive even if I choose to do what you would not. This is real love.
And to the two friends who actually came over to my house today to check on me, you are the bomb…as well as the three of you how sent me lovely letters and text messages. I can’t tell you how much it makes me smile to think that people care enough to stop by, bring me cookies, or take the time to write me a long email. Sometimes it’s who you least expect that shows up when you need it. It really is amazing. I’m lucky to have people like this in my life, and I promise to be a friend to you when you need one.
OK, Guitar Hero and Harry Potter are calling me. And all these sloppy, sentimental words of love?? I promise it wasn’t just the Valium speaking.