One Broken Left Humerus yeah, so that actually IS my arm..but after they squised it back together. In official terms they call that “post reduction”..i call it hurting like a mofo! Before they pushed the broken part back together, the bones were at angles from each other. more like this..though this is not my arm.. No Medical Insurance, Sub Par Care We went to the real ortho today. Same guy,…
Halloween Complications So we all know how much I dig Halloween, right? A old Goth chick’s dream come true…dress up decorate…yummmy! So one of the things that i have had on my to do list has been to get out my HW decor and get it up. I have a reputation in this neighborhood after all..and people have been asking. I wanted to get started on Sunday/ Mon past as…
I am at work tonight. We had over a hundred people on the books and the hit was very early for some odd reason, so we were all keyed up to move fast and make it happen. My night starts out great. My first table is this couple that I use to wait on years ago at the old “Clove Valley Trading Post” and I am thrilled to see them….
Bare with me becasue I think I am still trying to fiqure this out. After I wrote out last nights post, I was still thinking a bit about it all. Especially that conflicted feeling that I have…the thrill that Max and I do have this connection, yet coupled with the sadness that even for three seconds he felt out of place in his life. Now I have had internet “discussions”…
Tristan came home today with Scholastic’s Parent & Child in his backpack. So somewhere as I put off making dinner, I did my best to ignore the sounds of Pokeman as they explode form the TV, and took a gander at this nice piece of fluff. What Make Your Child Tick? Interesting enough, I actually found an article that peeked my interest, “What Makes Your Child Tick?” and within that…
Now that life has settled down a bit…just a bit really…I thought it was maybe time to get some stuff out here. The other really cool thing that happened on this past Sunday is that I was elected back to the Board of Directors at Origins USA. And while I know I have spoken of OUSA before….I think it is time for a new plug for with a newly elected…
Yes, I breath still. It’s been a long summer, but so worth it. I don’t even know where to begin. It’s hard to even imagine that I haven’t written a dern thing since May! June I hid….really. That was my time of painting lawn chairs, moving around the bluestone patio, etc. I really treid to force adoption out of my brain..and when I did think about it..which I did…I just…
I have not broken my fingers or fallen into a well. For some weird reason..and looking abck this has happened every once in a while..I just lack the desire to be here. Part of me thinks that I am just scared. I have a lot on my plate and NIARA as the possible small potential to be huge..but it is huge and I have to put myself out there in…
Now, what happens when a few of these LI kids happen to travel in the same social circles with the Beastie Boys in NYC? Well, lets just say, that IF one of these kid’s had their turn to wear the coveted VW necklace, and the Beastie Boys just happen to be there at the same party and MOCK the VW necklace worn in front of all the other people at the party, then they had BETTER not get their own and wear it to a promo photo shoot the next week! But that’s exactly what happened.
My best friend is currently in a mental health facility. That’s the nice way of putting it of course, the PC way, which I am not, even if it is my best friend. When I talk to her, we joke about her being in the nut house.
And the big question..Oh what do you do? Enter the adoption world.
But what was GREAT..is that here is person, with no ties to adoption..and she got it..right off the bat. I didn’t need to explain or defend or nothing. In fact, when she asked how old I was when I had Max…and I said 19, she said “Not so young, but young enough that other people could really influence what you did” BINGO!
Three loss of limbs in two days and then Jack’s statement:
So all of them are comfortable with their loss, not comfortable, really, but that they have accepted their loss.
I am comfortable, I have accepted. I don’t hide it. I am a mother of loss. You can’t really see it unless you know where to look…unless I wear one of my tshirts. I don’t have a stump. But I still don’t like it. Of course, I gather that none of those men would be thrilled that they had their body parts chopped off either. But I don’t know for sure. I didn’t ask.
Now I know she is asking for infertility and still born stories..and I don’t mean to smarf all over their chance to get heard. So nothing personal here ya’all. This isn’t a grief contest, just a chance too for us birthmothers.
I don’t really KNOW what I am doing, I just do it. I do what I have to do, I do what I want to do. I treasure those moments when all seems right in the world. Going out sometimes, or just all hanging on our bed..and it hits me..I have so much..look at us.
So I have this list of four pages, small font, of all the people who were at the ACC conference. I talked to many people about a lot of things. I never give away enough cards. So I was all planned out to come home, make this great database. email list for there. I want to send out a Email basically saying hi, hope I got to talk to you, but if…