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I've had a rich past, yet am making a new one with plenty of life's experiences to draw from! I invite you to come along and see what trouble I get into. I'll blog about my life, present, past... whatever comes to mind at the time. I'll try not to be too serious most of the time, heck we get enough of that just living. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Happy New Year! For the mirroring blog series we do on Saturdays:
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| I stepped outside a little while ago and was struck by a very sweet smell. The first thought that crossed my mind was that had I been here last year on this date I probably wouldn’t have noticed the sweetness. Why not? Because last March I was still smoking. I’m so aware now of all of the smells I must have been missing because I had a cigarette in my mouth, or on my breath. People used to tell me they didn’t know I smoked, because my clothing didn’t reek of it, but surely they could smell it? I didn’t smoke in my house, so probably my house didn’t smell like one of a typical smoker. Anyway, I’m glad I got this whiff of sweetness to remind me what lovely things there are to smell. And what was the sweet smell? It was the first blooms of my wisteria, hanging down from the covered patio. I don’t even think I noticed that wisteria has a sweet smell before. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I’m noticing many things lately. I don’t know if it is because I am paying closer attention to things around me, or if it is an age related phenomena. It doesn’t really matter one way or the other, it’s wonderful to be alive. You know how you can drive or walk past a particular place day after day and think you see it, then one day you really do SEE it. I know for me this has been happening with increased frequency. I do a double-take sometimes. I know part of why I am seeing houses I never saw before, or scenery I didn’t notice is because of all the fires in California the past year, people are actually doing what the fire department is asking, clean off the brush and dead bushes from your property. People are doing such a terrific job of brush clearance that for the first time we actually see there are homes behind some of this heretofore wild growth. Some of these properties are gorgeous! Behind the dead stuff they trimmed out are meticulously manicured gardens, all sorts of wildflowers and trees, fountains and garden art. Before all the brush clearing nobody could enjoy the beauty that so many had obviously taken great pride in. Now, we can appreciate their hard work, and I bow down to their gardening talents. This morning was the morning I was to begin to give Hubby his shot. Well, since nobody gave me any instruction on how to do it, and the injections they gave me at the pharmacy had no instructions on how to operate them, we had no choice but to call the “care management nurse” for our Blue Cross plan. That’s when we discovered the pharmacy had given us injections containing two times what the doctor ordered. They had typed in the instructions, “Give ½ each 12 hours.” Well the insurance company nurse said that was so wrong. We were not to reuse a needle. To make a long story short, they told me to squirt out ½ of the syringe, then give Hubby his shot. They told me to take the rest back to the pharmacy and get smaller doses. Well, after all of the delay, I just did it and got it over with. Hubby said it didn’t hurt and I did a good job. I even got everything straightened out at the pharmacy later. Why is everything such an ordeal? If this is what kind of treatment you get with paid insurance, what kind of service are we going to look forward to when health insurance is free? Oh, and did I mention that it cost me $250 for the five syringes...the insurance company paid $350 in addition. No wonder people say they cut medicine in half to save money...how can a sick person afford to pay for all of this stuff? Yeah Hillary, you show us how we get free healthcare...or affordable at least. Well, I don’t believe you can and I am not going to vote for you. Seems to me the candidates would do well to do some “brush clearance” around themselves, and let us see their inner gardens. |
| Actually it is more like wanna play nurse. I’m having quite the conundrum. It seems hubby is supposed to quit taking one of his pills and instead needs shots daily until his surgery. I know big deal. Well it is, because he needs these shots done...in his stomach. Gawd, I turn slightly green just at the thought of shots, must less in the stomach. The worst part is he wants me to give them to him. Would someone please tell the man I can’t be trusted with a needle. Really, I do not fancy playing like a dartboard on hubby’s tummy...or anywhere else where else as far as that is concerned. I’m going way back in my mind, trying to figure out where I got this phobia about shots, and it’s giving me the heebie-jeebies. Oh....in tiny flashbacks I’m seeing myself standing in line at the base dispensary...yes, all of those shots we were required to take before we moved overseas. The typhoids, the diptheria, the cholera, the TB stuff....oh, I’m seeing myself pushing my brother in front of me, “You go first”. The argument, then my mommy telling me, “Sheila, you are older, you should go first and show then there is nothing to be afraid of.” “Whaaaaa...please don’t make me....” to no avail. I step up, roll my sleeve up and the nurse says, “This will just take a second, it won’t hurt.” THUD....I see my little body fainted. I’m given smelling salts I come around. My mother is standing there looking very unhappy. “Young lady....” “Yes mam.” I turn my head as the nurse jabs my arm. “Ouch!” “Oh no.” The nurse says. “What?” I’m crying. “Honey...I broke the needle in your arm. Be still.” THUD. My little 6 year old body hits the ground. Moving on from that memory, I see myself in Athens, Greece. It’s about 8 months later and my youngest brother Brian is in his crib. I’m looking between the rails of his crib. Oh....apparently he was bitten by a dog....he’s having to get the entire rabies series of shots...IN HIS STOMACH. Fourteen of them. He’s less than a year old and screaming his head off. THUD, little Sheila can’t take it. Well now, that little jaunt back in time yielded some pretty concrete reasons I may not be the best person to administer a shot to Hubby’s tummy. Hmm, I don’t think this was such a great idea.  I’m throwing out the nurses uniform before he gets home...Nada don’t play this game. Gulp.I wonder how my son feels about needles? I suppose after a few martinis I may not care...nah...no can do. I think he’s going to have to try to do it himself. Shall we wish him well? I know I’m not watching. Gawd, this is so silly, I can deal with blood, broken bones, all sorts of stuff, but show me a needle and THUD! |
| Well, that was some trip to LA! It was a day of pre-op testing, from EKG's to X-Rays to blood tests. When we were finished with the doctor's office, it was off to the hospital. My gawd, it's huge. I must have loaded and unloaded the wheelchair a half dozen times. I have to say, each one was more difficult than the next. You would think it would get easier, but it doesn't. For our last stop we got to go to Beverly Hills and he got a haircut. It was nice to see Joe, and interesting to hear who the movers and shakers of the democratic party are ...in Hollywood. Not that most of them don't make their affiliations known, but there were a few that surprised me. Of course CNN was on the background tv. When we left it looked like Obama was winning Texas...but apparently that didn't hold. Looks like a real battle brewing. In contrast we have easily gotten a republican candidate. On our way home we stopped at a diner for dinner. It was named Ruby's, which kind of jumped out at me since I had some 70's tunes with the name Ruby knocking around my head. "Ruby Tuesday" and "Ruby Don't Take Your Love to Town". It was a pretty authentic looking diner, the ever present red vinyl booths, stools and loads of 50's style ads framed. Looking at the menu was really fun, the traditional burgers, fries, shakes, and cherry, vanilla, lemon and chocolate Cokes, along with some newer additions like bbq pulled-pork sliders, carnitas tacos and some roast turkey sandwiches topped with cranberry sauce. It was really hard to make up my mind, but since I was starving I managed. As I looked around the restaurant I noticed many families, and mixed in were older couples, like us. They seemed to be reliving bygone years, years they were dating and a diner would have been a great date. I noticed they too had trouble deciding what to eat, as often I saw a couple with a Coke, a glass of wine and some kind of malt or shake...splitting french fries and eating burgers. They had twinkles in their eyes, and some shared drinks with two straws. Those were simpler times, or at least they seem that way now. The kids seem to love it there too, the air of fun, the music of days gone by. It was a fine ending to a long, trying day. Today we found out that they didn't draw enough blood, so we had to go again to give more. Sheesh. I had my annual check-up today and am healthy. My doctor was so proud of me for being able to quit smoking last year. It's been almost a year now. And, I managed to gain two pounds. I know just where those two pounds are too. Now I need to find some humor for my bit for the Blogville Newsletter...better put on my humor glasses. Thanks for all of your wishes...we head to LA on Sunday, he'll be admitted Monday. Oh, and we lose an hours sleep Sat. Gawd. Hope everyone is doing well...I need to catch up! |
You guessed it? If you guessed Techno-Nada you’d be right. So what techno-wonders have I been up to? Actually a few. Of course it begins with me talking to my car. I’ve discovered a tiny glitch in the voice program though. Yes, I’m sure. I’m too vertically challenged to make that feature work like it is supposed to. You see I don’t think they had my body type in mind when they designed the speaker placement because it is located in the ceiling or thereabouts...I’ve never actually looked, but I noticed that people can’t hear me when I have my cell phone synched to my car. That has to be because I have my seat about as close as they allow you to put it. Fortunately for me, it is a Japanese made car, so I can actually get it into a comfortable position for driving. It’s why I am on my third car of this maker. I’ve sort of gone around this problem by not synching my new cell-phone to my car. It’s okay though, my phone is a speaker phone so I just open it and it hears me and I hear them just fine! It really becomes a problem when I ask it to change the FX-radio station. This is my conversation with Jagger...yes, I’ve named my car after Mick Jagger, because he has an English accent. Me: XM channel One Five O Jagger: XM channel Fifty Me: Gawd.  XM channel one hundred fifty.Jagger: XM channel one hundred fifty. Me: Thanks. Oh, that wasn’t the channel I wanted. *%$# It has another tricky thing to it too...in order for Jagger to hear me, I have to push a button on the steering wheel before it will listen to me...heh-heh would all the men in my life love it if I had to push a button in order to speak to them. But, the first time I PUSH THE BUTTON it doesn’t listen, so I have to push it again and then speak....sheesh. Oh well, I’ve got it down now, yessiree bob! Moving on to the next techno experiment...my iPod Nano. Now I have a beef about it. Not too bad, but it is so weird. Listen up...I bought songs on ITunes on my laptop Mac and synched it to the Nano...excellent! Then hooked it up and found out the 38 songs I bought can’t go on the Nano because I set it up on my PC...but....then I discover I can do it manually, one song at a time, dragged to some area...or whatever. They were all 60’s and 70’s songs too...must have for my week in LA! So, I managed to get the tunes ready, and now, tomorrow we go to LA for the first preparations for his surgery. I’m ready, he’s ready...and here we go...Jagger? You ready too? I’m off to bed! Goodnight friends.  |
| Okay, not really. It was a foggy, damp, cold day here. What does one do on a day like that in my house? Well, we decided to watch a movie. Pay-per-view..."La Vie En Rose". It is the story of Edith Pilaf, and the young actress won the Oscar for her performance. At first I was a bit confused, as it was in French with English subtitles. But the film was so riveting, the performance of Marion Cotillard as Edith was mesmerizing. I can see where this film probably didn't make much money in the our country, it had the feel of a foreign film...and an excellent one. With the bias of anything French being verboten...anyhow to get back to the movie, I didn't know much about Edit, except I'd heard of her, and heard her sing a song or two. What a life of heartbreak and extraordinary talent. It made me realize the pains an artiste sometimes has to go through to shine. Sometimes it is not as tragic, but then tragedy has a certain beauty, especially when shown in a movie. If you want to feel a film, this is a sure thing. I'm just trying to get a blog in, so that I have the option of having a blue month...I may just need one this month. A week from tomorrow we will be going to LA for Hubby's surgery. I haven't said much, as it has been an interminable wait for us, and still a week to go. How complicated, on one hand I want to savor each day, as I know I have less days in front of me than I have behind me. On the other hand I feel as though life is on a hold for us, we can't move forward with our plans, until we jump this upcoming hurdle. We can't begin to heal until this is behind us. DAMN, I just missed making the first. Oh well, it is not like I didn't try. It's just that I got interrupted by the question, "What are you doing?" In that case I won't keep rambling...but I may do TWO entries tomorrow. |
| I had a few ideas knocking around, but now that I’m here, can’t remember one of them. That seems to be what happens when I break the rhythm of blogging. Or, perhaps that is just natural when it falls on a day that only happens every four years. Some might say it is a disposable day, but I’m thinking that for the next three years I’ll write a quarter of an extra blog in February, and by the next leap year I’ll have a complete blog all ready to go. Oh gawd, do you realize that I’m alreading thinking I will still be blogging in the year 2012! Now there is a depressing thought. Let’s just say I do oh...about 300 entries a year...that’s another 1,201 (remember I’m doing ¼ extra each year for the leap year next) entries I have to come up with topics for, another 1,201 I have to find original titles for. Is my existence going to be defined by my blog life? Who in the heck is going to want to be reading me in four years? Now I’ve just gotten in a funk. If I’m still writing this blog in four years, will that be anything like the past three years of my blogging? In other words, will my writing other things come to a grinding halt? Will I have sapped any thoughts of original topics out of what will be left of my brain? Gawd, will I have learned to type any faster? How many computers will I have blown through? The questions I have are many. I don’t think I could stand it if in the year 2012 Cesar is still my main bashing topic. Will Hubby and I have survived our moves or the building of the new house? Heck, will Hubby’s ticker be ticking? Will mine? Will we be looking at a world that has gotten better or worse? Who will be our President? Will I have had a book published by then? What will WDC be charging for a premium membership? As long as it isn’t in Euros I should be able to afford it. So let’s see how my blog may read next Leap Year: Well, hasn’t this year been interesting so far? I never thought I’d be writing you from aboard a cruiseship, at least at the end of February. But hey, this isn’t your ordinary cruiseship, this is a ResidentSea...it’s out floating condo! Hubby and I had so much trouble with the county on getting our house plans approved, now that our property is classified ocean front (since the great BIG ONE of 2009), that we decided to chuck the plans and buy a condo at sea. I really enjoy my moving home, and we discovered that only a handful of us really live aboard, so the complexion of the passengers is always changing. Every six months or so we get a post card (and check) from Cesar, he’s cooking at the former Taco Bell...which we turned into an all soup experience. It’s actually doing quite well, and it gives us the freedom to move about. I’m working on my third novel, in the “Suite Water” series. Who knew they would be so popular. All it took was getting my foot in the door with the first book. I do book signings in nearly every port. Thank goodness we have some days at sea to recuperate the hand. Oh, the doctor on board has become a real friend, an Indian man with excellent credentials. Scarlett   will be joining us on the next segment from London...such a shame what happened to her Hubby, but at least now she won’t be cleaning bogs on Fridays anymore. She always was a Queen in our eyes. I am hoping to get her to finish that novel she’s been working on.I understand PlannerDan  has turned his Stealthman character into quite the successful cartoon series. Bravo Dan. David McClain is now working on his memoirs, having run out of short stories. I’m so proud of ccstring for his 17th gallery showing of his artwork in Zurich. So many of the Blogville citizens have done well...we knew we were special though.I hear the Presidential campaign is really heating up...I’ll be voting absentee, as usual. Well, tonight is the unveiling of a new “Suite Water” bar aboard ship, so I need to go get ready for it. I hope that you all can come aboard for a drink when we are in the neighborhood next time. Remember the Beatles song, “When I’m 64”? Well, will you? |
| Jury Duty. Ahhhh, well what an exhausting day this was. I tell you, reporting for jury duty has me plumb worn out. They ask you (well technically it is a court order) to be there at 8 in the morning. What an ungodly hour to have to be somewhere. I’m sorry, but I’m in retail, it doesn’t even open til 10, and as for being a writer, well heck, jammies and coffee and a warm blanket I’m good. Having to get up, shower, dress and drive to another city...well, I did it, but man, this obligatory stuff you have to do as a law abiding citizen is...enough to make you want to commit a felony. Just kidding. Hey, I didn’t take my laptop, because ...honestly I don’t know. I knew I could IM from my phone and it doesn’t weigh 5 pounds...also I can get email on it. Of course those of you who know my technical abilities have to be wondering who I thought was going to be hanging around waiting to chat with me? Correct, nobody. So when all 200 of us prospective jurors were seated, after getting our cool plastic JUROR badge, a real judge came to speak with us. He told us how necessary we are to the wheel of justice, whether or not we get impaled impaneled on a jury. He explained to us that just the mere presence of all of us could force attorneys to settle cases before going to trial. Golly...who knew we held such power? I think he coined the term “elevator settlements” ...or something like that. Well about this time I was getting all puffed up, feeling mighty dang important. It was all of 8:30. Gawd, time crawls in da joint. I decided this would be a good place to observe people, but first I was going to do something I hadn’t done in two years. I transferred all of my telephone numbers and addresses into my 2008 appointment book! No longer must I carry around two years of appointment books. So, if that was all I was able to do today, it was worth it. Of course by then it was our “break time”. Oh yes, we all needed a 20 minute break from all of that intense juror responsibility. Who knows how many cases we’d settled just by sitting in that room? Oh, and did I mention that they had redecorated the cafeteria? I sauntered towards the door, lingering at a magazine rack, noticing there was nothing I wanted to read, thus allowing the stampede to exit in their haste to go check out the new décor. Once there I took note that they actually had couches...and a fountain with bamboo growing, and some ferns and a paint job and framed art. It was very Zen...heck, even the center tables were bar height, sort of wavy with a pseudo rock river in the center. I kid you not, it could have been a design right out of Home Makeover with Vern as the designer. But wait....I went into the food area...OMG...a coffeebar, then a FOOD COURT...no kidding, The Bamboo Asian station, The Italian Pizza/Pasta station, the Grill, The Salad Bar, and of course, The Mexican Burrito/Taco stand. There was a lot more, cases of health drinks, yogurt, sweet rolls, breakfast grill, cereal and so much more. I had a Sprite, deciding to hold off for lunch, in an hour. I sat in a window seat reading the newspaper. I stayed in there until the call for us to have our hour and a half lunch break. Nothing much happening, so ten minutes befor the lunch break I decided to eat. Cheeseburger and onion rings....it was so-so, but filling. After I went outside, and sat on a bench watching people on their cell phones, birds wiping their beats and avoiding cigarette smoke. I text hubby “I love you” and got one back. Then back through security and plopping my bum down for the rest of my jury duty. Wahoooo! Finally I met a musician/builder who was cute, smart and writes. We got along great...he’s about hubbys age, so we related. COOL! After talking, we were dismissed...he’ll be checking my blog, I’ll check his music....it was a wonderful day...you should try it! I’m out....dinner is coming...Kahlua Pig! YUMMMMMMM! |
| You have to buy one of those plastic pill holders with days of the week on them, because you don’t remember whether you took your pill on any given day. When you even have to take a pill everyday...for something not related to birth control. You have to quit wearing bracelets, because the skin on your arms has gotten so thin you get “old people’s skin” just from the weight of the bracelet. Even then you have absolutely no idea how your arms can be so marked up even when you don’t have one on. You realize your nightstand is cluttered with reading glasses of various strengths, Dairy-Ease, Beano, sleep-aids, mail from AARP, and a box of Memory pills (thanks ummmm, oh yeah, Scarlett). But enough of that nonsense, unless you’re there that’s some scary stuff to have to read about. Besides, I didn’t believe it would ever happen to me, just like you youngsters are thinking about now. Yesterday I met my dad and his wife for a late breakfast. They just returned from a few weeks on vacation, first to Florida to visit with my brother and also one of dad’s cousins. After that, they went on a cruise through he Panama Canal. Sure seems to be the year for it. Anyway, seems like my dad caught some bug on his cruise, so he’s on antibiotics and had to have a chest x-ray. At 85 my dad has rarely been ill, and until this has never even taken pills, so it is a bit disconcerting. Anyway, his wife brought me a book, “Ageless” by Suzanne Summers. Hmmmm. I’m not sure if she was bragging or hinting. So I started looking through it. I don’t know about you but I have a very difficult time with books about your health being written by a celebrity. I know she’s gathered information, but promoting growth hormones and the like...well, seems odd to me. I could understand her selling the “Thighmaster”, and her clothing and jewelry lines, even her diet book which seemed to work for those who follow it...but this one seems dangerous. It was a lovely 80º here today, just a promise of spring, and so nice after last weeks cold and rain. I got to go to Ventura today, yep, just driving on the Ventura Highway looking out at the ocean. It was so clear I could see the Channel Islands. On beautiful days like this I know why I’ll never live anywhere else. I have jury duty tomorrow...I so enjoy those days. I understand they have wireless access available, so maybe I’ll bring this with me. That is a definite improvement over the last time I was there. I could actually work while I wait...what a concept! Oh, I received David McClain ’s book today, he’s right, it is very cool to see his words in print.Have a good night! Oh, and yes, I did get to work on the book...was not a total goof today! |
| So there I was, all finished with my massage, and watching the Oscar comings and goings. I admired the restraint of the gowns and hairdos this year, generally speaking anyway. The jewels were gorgeous, and I was very intruiged. However, at one point somebody was interviewing Helen Mirrin, and asking about her gown (which I thought was beautiful) when she joked about it perhaps being a reflection of the part of a Madam she is now portraying in a film. OMG...I saw it immediately, I felt it in my stomach, she is playing Sally Conforte from Mustang Ranch! Mind you, it was obvious to me, because I knew Sally, and I could see how Helen could easily play her. I told Hubby my suspicion, which he may have gathered from me catching my breath when the realization hit me. I grabbed my computer and googled “Helen Mirrin acting 2008”. Sure enough, up pops an article : “Helen Mirren and Joe Pesci will star together in Love Ranch, a Capitol Films-financed drama directed by Mirren's husband, Taylor Hackford (Ray, An Officer and a Gentleman). The story is about a couple who open the first legal brothel in Nevada and the violence that results when their relationship is tested by infidelity. Mark Jacobson, whose New York magazine article formed the basis for American Gangster, wrote the Love Ranch screenplay.” In another description it is confirmed without a doubt: "Love Ranch," a drama about a couple who opened the first legal brothel in Nevada and the violence that resulted when their relationship was tested by infidelity. The drama is inspired by the story of Joe and Sally Conforte, proprietors of the Mustang Ranch, the first legalized house of prostitution in Nevada. Boxer Oscar Bonavena was gunned down, suspected of having an affair with the madam Sally.” Although the movie is inspired by the characters I knew so well, it will be a fictionalized account. However a rose by any other name is still a rose. I was not there at that time, thankfully. I was long gone, on my way to my live the rest of my life. In fact, when the murder occurred, my book was just about to be published. Odd. I know I’m feeling mixed feelings about it now, but last night I just couldn’t take my mind off of the fact that someone else probably has used my movie as research. A bit more digging and I came up with a whole cast...Gina Gershon is playing one of the girls, and others I didn't know...yet. So, it is true, that even 32 years after the fact, it’s come back around, this time with huge stars. I suppose this all is just a way to kick me in the butt and get my book out there...the timing could be perfect. So if you don’t see me around as much, it means I’m really trying to get the rewrites done. white with pink |
| I get to say that Scarlett ‘s blog today inspired mine, and she was inspired by a comment that PlannerDan left. The topic is scars, at least the kind that are on our surface ...you know, on your epidermis, or skin. Gawd, how often do we get to use the word epidermis in our blogs? Shall I go from the bottom up? Ok, I see you don’t have a preference so from the feet up it is! On the inside of my right foot I have the result of a surgery to remove a bone from the ball of my foot. Yep, it seems I broke it like five times. Apparently it is pretty common, a result of being small boned, short and trying to compensate for my diminutive height. I don’t think it is so common to break it five times though, thus the decision to remove it. If you’ve ever had to wear one of those wooden bottomed orthopedic numbers for any length of time I’m sure you would opt for removal too. Although I must point out that I became very adept at decorating them with glitter and metallic paints. I have various and sundry scars on my much banged about shins, as well as a few deep gouges courtesy of my dermatologist who told me he could get rid of some weird looking brown things. Of course he didn’t tell me I’d be indented there for life, as well as the scars being a whiter shade of pale. I don’t know if stretch marks count as scars, but I do have a few dotted across the landscape of my lower stomach...however they have faded over the ...cough...almost 41 years...and are only visible if the light hits them at the right angle. Apparently this phenomena is not noticeable except to an intimate lover, or by me, which is way more likely these days. I think have have some boob scars, though I am unable to see two of them, as I can’t see under my boobs easily, and heck, why would I want to? I do have a faint on around my left...ummm...nipple from having a benign growth removed. Who knew they could take off your nipple and then sew it back on as if nothing had even happened? I remember that doctor was a cutie, not that it has anything to do with anything.  Ok, then you need to flip me over to see the scar I’ve had the longest, the one down the center of my back. This is the one scar that has been a source of tears and pain as well as useful and a source of humor. This scar was a result of something they call Hairy Nevis, or a large mole which grows hair. I was born with it and the removal of it necessitated 12 metal clamps down my back to hold it together while the skin healed. Now the scar is only about 5 inches long, it got smaller as I grew. However, it always had some hair, which I knew nothing about until one day at about age 5 my mother held up a mirror so that I could see. I remember being surprised, and then self-conscious about it for the next few decades. I’m not sure but I think the teasing about it and the name calling began when I was about ten. Kids can be so mean. I was called “Horsehair”, because it grows where a mane would. My mom used to bleach it, but I preferred shaving. My mom told me that when I was old enough, I could have electrolysis to remove the remaining hair. (The doctors told her they got it all, but obviously not.) None of us are perfect, and those physical scars can easily lead to emotional scars. I could and did have electrolysis in my 30’s, but frankly it was less than satisfactory, so I gave up. I also considered laser hair removal, but didn’t. Besides, outside of the hair the scar would remain, I still had to deal with it. When fashion dictates open backed dresses or even dips in the back, I’ve always felt that it only served to frame, or highlight my defect, at least the visible ones. I’m not sure when I accepted my scar, embraced it even, but I have. I no longer worry what people think, because frankly, if they choose to focus on only that, what does that say about them? So, though I still look for those T-back dresses, I won’t let my attire be governed by my scar anymore. Moving along, I have a perfect set of scars on my right forearm, which Oliver left...they are teeth marks from an accidental bite. I treasure them as a reminded of my 17-year relationship with him. I have two on my inside palm of the right hand, both on joint lines. One is from a jar I fell on while clutching it, and the other from a super sharp knife attempt at deseeding a mango a few years ago. I have about a two-inch scar on my collarbone, from some growth the dermatologist removed, several roundish ones from pre-cancerous lesions, as well as one on the side of my nose and another from a basal cell carcinoma on my forehead. And of course last, and newest...are the little reminders of last years facial rejuvenation...and they are fading quickly. Scars, the roadmaps of our lives, learn to love them...the alternatives suck really. Thanks for the inspiration Scarlett . |
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