I've been sick. It's true. I am not one of those people who go through a cold in two days. My viruses linger for a week or more. They move in and unpack their bags. Their toiletry cases have regular-size tubes of toothpaste and bottles of shampoo. They're bold.
I am going to make a concerted effort to write more in here, even though putting up the facade of "look at how funny and clever I am, and how I can find humor in everything I see" is very difficult right now, and I can't write about what I'm really feeling because too many members of my family read this. (Depression comes along for the ride with the being sick for a long time. It's the circle of life.)
2 comments:
Yeah, God forbid your family knows what you're REALLY feeling. They might get all concerned and loving and stuff. Sheesh!
BTW, Mom (and Dad) really don't read your blog anymore, for reals. If that helps.
Also: I'm also riding the hell-hound. I think it's the impending holidays. And PMS. And lack of sleep.
- Sis
Sis, mom asked me - begged me! - to get from me, for Christmas, "permission to read chowflap again." And I KNOW our aunt reads this.
It's not the concern, it's the gossip and conjecture. I don't want them freaking out over nothing. Remember the mix tape.
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