Talk about your rough “re-entries”!
Last week, fresh from my 7-day, 6 night yoga retreat in glorious Yelapa, Mexico, high off of fresh saltwater air, too much sun and no responsibility, other than to show up for yoga (and you didn't even have to do that if you couldn't be bothered), not only did I succumb to a bacterial infection in my va-jeene caused by the use of Poise Supressa Bladder Supports, but I proceeded to move way too fast throughout the first several days back (in a gallant attempt to make up for *lost* time, I suppose?), and sliced my hand open trying to get dishes put away too quickly.
When I ended up in the emergency room the same exact day I was
there to receive my ultra dose of ultra antibiotics, I asked the ER nurse
whether, if I was admitted and didn’t end up needing stitches, did the meter start running on my hospital bill? I have a very unforgiving self-employment health insurance plan with a $2K co-pay and am already in dispute with Blue Shield for a $2k co-pay for an ER visit in late 2015, so I wasn't about to rack up a second emergency room bill.
Later the next day, nursing my hand and my crushed fantasies of a life lived in leisure and comfort, I received this e-mail from my birthmother, and was brought to tears. Thank you, (insert birthmom’s government name here) – it was
so nice to hear that someone out there thinks I am a gift.
"Dear Maureen--
Been spending some time catching up on facebook and your ritz cracka blog in particular. I choose not to have a PC at home so in my bi-weekly trips to town when I can spend some time on the library computer I fall way behind. Now my neighbor is out of town and I am house/cat sitting. She has a computer so I am catching up (sort of). Laughed myself silly reading about your experiment with the new bladder control product and especially your conversation with your doctor. Your writing is very captivating and so funny. And touching. I laugh and I cry. Can’t say too many writers have that emotional effect on me. Maybe cause you are my daughter? Anyway it is after midnight. I am getting tired. Dorabelle--my little kitty-charge would probably like a little cuddling and I still want to find a fish recipe for tomorrow's dinner. Just wanted to drop a line to say hi and let you know how wonderful it is for me to read your stories.
Been spending some time catching up on facebook and your ritz cracka blog in particular. I choose not to have a PC at home so in my bi-weekly trips to town when I can spend some time on the library computer I fall way behind. Now my neighbor is out of town and I am house/cat sitting. She has a computer so I am catching up (sort of). Laughed myself silly reading about your experiment with the new bladder control product and especially your conversation with your doctor. Your writing is very captivating and so funny. And touching. I laugh and I cry. Can’t say too many writers have that emotional effect on me. Maybe cause you are my daughter? Anyway it is after midnight. I am getting tired. Dorabelle--my little kitty-charge would probably like a little cuddling and I still want to find a fish recipe for tomorrow's dinner. Just wanted to drop a line to say hi and let you know how wonderful it is for me to read your stories.
I will try to read back through all your ritz cracka' blogs. Thanks for being so open. I so love that about you.
In my thoughts all the time (and hoping that infection has cleared up)
Keep writing. It is a gift. You are a gift."
(obviously i will need to school her on the importance of the use of the letter "k" in "kracka.")
