“Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.” ~Albert Camus
My patient files are two inches thick--at three different physicians' offices. I am a medical enigma, even to myself. Daily juggling medication times, carb-counting, blood checks, and physical ability vs. energy output, my life is anything but normal. Sweet uncomplicated "normalcy" is my heart's desire. Utilizing ingenuity, medication peaks, and my natural gift of gab, I create a David Copperfield, Vegas finale illusion of social normalcy--showtime!
I did not realize how convincing I am until a phone conversation with a girlfriend this week who is a nurse. (She is aware of my medical conditions.) We were discussing an upcoming activity that my instinct wasn't comfortable with personally participating. Finally I explained the physical and mental energy this activity would require from me that particular evening.
With surprise and sincere understanding, she apologized. "I forgot about your illness. I did not think." She literally made my day. Having spent time with me, she actually sees me as Debbie, a person, not my diagnosis. Normal!
I wonder if Caesar's Palace will schedule a booking for me--headliner. Forget being an opening act, I went pro.
Copyright © 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
A Bubble Bath
“I feel sexy when I get out of the tub - your skin is fresh and you've put up your hair without looking.” ~Shania Twain
Living with the daily challenges of chronic illness and time consumption with the general busyness of life leave little time for self-indulgence, let alone pampering my femininity. Too tired or lack of interest are convenient excuses. But once in awhile...
Alone, the peace and quiet of an evening seduced me into celebrating being a woman. Dimming the bathroom lights, the scent of vanilla from lighted candles softly illuminated the bathtub as I ran a hot cranberry bubble bath. Instrumental mood music played in the background as I lowered myself into the steamy warmth.
Occasionally sipping on a cool drink, I closed my eyes and just relaxed my head against a rolled up towel. I would trickle hot bubbly water from the washcloth along my shoulders, luxuriating in the silky heat.
Drying off from my bath, I lathered my damp skin with a floral cream from Bath & Body Works. I felt pampered, sexy, and beautiful.
Copyright © 2011
Living with the daily challenges of chronic illness and time consumption with the general busyness of life leave little time for self-indulgence, let alone pampering my femininity. Too tired or lack of interest are convenient excuses. But once in awhile...
Alone, the peace and quiet of an evening seduced me into celebrating being a woman. Dimming the bathroom lights, the scent of vanilla from lighted candles softly illuminated the bathtub as I ran a hot cranberry bubble bath. Instrumental mood music played in the background as I lowered myself into the steamy warmth.
Occasionally sipping on a cool drink, I closed my eyes and just relaxed my head against a rolled up towel. I would trickle hot bubbly water from the washcloth along my shoulders, luxuriating in the silky heat.
Drying off from my bath, I lathered my damp skin with a floral cream from Bath & Body Works. I felt pampered, sexy, and beautiful.
Copyright © 2011
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