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BACK TO THE CAVES WE GO~

I would like to start this post by saying, that ANYONE who knows me, knows I don’t get offended easily.  Pretty much anything , anybody says, just rolls right off my back.

However, I just recently read an article , with MEMES to go along with it, that just totally rubbed my fur the wrong way.

And once you read it, I am fairly sure you will feel the same way.

To start this off, I always thought the idea behind childbirth was to have a HAPPY, HEALTHY child. One for the parents to love, and one to love the parents.

WELL, this fella ‘ here has just set childbirth, and childrearin’ back 100 years and caused a great deal of unhappiness between women. When you read it , you will understand, and be just as outraged as I was.  Seriously, this man is half a bubble off of plumb, a donut short of a full box, and as my Daddy would say, “His bread’s in the oven , but the gas ain’t on. ”  The word chauvinist doesn’t even BEGIN to cover it.

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Because apparently , those of us who had C sections are INFERIOR.

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Because , apparently, we didn’t REALLY LOVE our babies, we are just selfish for making  different choice.

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Because apparently , we’re just drug-addled women , who are lazy and chemically dependent.

So we have no business having doctors interfere in the “natural” process of birth, even though our children came early and would have died without medical intervention.  We’re just lazy like that.  Needless to say, I refuse to feel sorry for my childbirth experience , as my sons are 16 and 14 and are completely healthy , despite the fact that (SHOCK AND HORROR!!!!) they were both born by Ceasarian section.

So perhaps there is hope after all!

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Kooky~

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I’m a people person. I like people . I mean, really. All kinds of people. Tall people, short people, but I guess I have to say I like weird people best. I don’t know why. It’s always been that way. I don’t mean it in a bad way. Not at all. If I call you weird, I really do mean it as a compliment. Offbeat. Not in the mold. Probably because I was the WEIRD kid. You know how , NOW nerds are cool, and shows like The Big Bang Theory make everyone laugh , and geeks are the “IT ” deal? Well, this was the 80’s . We weren’t the hot item then, folks. You wore the glasses and carried the bag with waaaaaaaay too many books than were acceptable, people were laughing alright , but not in a kind manner. If you could spout more facts about reptiles, or the solar system at age 7 than your grade school teacher, your popularity rating was not going to be up there with Kaley Cuoco. So I have a soft spot for the odd one out ya know. My husband actually calls me a kook magnet. He says if there is a weird or kooky person within a certain radius they will gravitate towards me. But, I don’t mind. They’ve got the stories , you know? I call it blog fodder. I mean sure, normies have interesting stories too, but if you want the great stories, the really fun things to write about , you have to meet the oddballs. So give me the unusual ones any day. I promise you won’t be sorry.

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Parachute Problems~

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Just because no one complains , doesn’t mean all parachutes are perfect. ~ Benny Hill

Do you know anyone with a perfect life? Or someone whose life SEEMS to be perfect? I’ve met a few people like that. You see the shiny varnished outside of their lives, and think, “Man. Why can’t my life be like that?” They just seem to have it all together , don’t they? The perfect house, children, job, spouse, clothes, vehicle, etc. , etc. You run into them at town , in the checkout line and they are picking up the ingredients for cookies for their kids , on their way to a ball game, looking impeccable in their totally matched outfit, with the bag that just “goes” with said clothes. Or, you’re reading on FaceBook about how they’re sewing their child’s costume for Halloween while baking two pies, and of course they take a photo with their iPhone of them in their coordinated hair and makeup, in their spotless kitchen , with their Colgate bright smiles. Meanwhile, I’m in my living room , on my sofa, in my sweats and workout top, (workout top ~ meaning, I worked out, walking from the sofa to the bathroom, without passing out) thinking I am perfectly coordinated all right, my lupus is coordinated with my fibromyalgia, my heart failure is coordinated with my nausea, it’s all coordinating to make my life a nightmare , at the present moment. UGh. But, then, I kick myself in the rear, and remind myself, that just because these people SEEM to have it all together, does NOT make it so. FaceBook is the Hollyweird of the everyday set , if you think about it. Not saying that everyone or everything that people post on there is fake , but a lot of it is “airbrushed” , so to speak, in order to show our best sides to the world. So, I’ve gotten to where I just have to tell myself, I am alright where I am. My kids are happy, healthy, and doing well. ( And on the days when I’M not well, they’re ALIVE…..:) And I’ll remind myself a little more often, I think, that just because no one’s complaining, doesn’t mean all the parachutes are perfect!

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Side Effects~

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Be very careful of reading health books. You may die of a misprint. ~ Mark Twain

Ha. I love the wisdom of Mr. Twain. And I have found so many of his quotes to ring true. Possibly none truer than this one. It also applies to listening to the health advice of others. Trust me, when you have had a chronic disease for 15 years , you get used to hearing all kinds of ideas from all kinds of people. For some reason , even complete strangers feel entitled to tell you what you should be doing with your body . “Oh, you have lupus?” “You need to drink vinegar mixed with the toenails of a Brazilian tree frog while standing in the shower on the third Thursday of each month!” or, “My cousin’s aunt’s daughter’s nephew’s boss has that. She has this great doctor who prescribed this drug you can get, and it cured her!” And on and on it goes. You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve had people tell me. I used to get really upset, because when people say things like that, they make you feel like you aren’t “trying” to get well, or that you are “enjoying” being sick. Sometimes it made me feel angry , because it made me feel stupid, as in “Oh, ask my doctor about new medicines?!?! I would NEVER have thought of THAT on my OWN! But after 15 years, you begin to realize that people really just feel helpless. Especially your family , and those close to you, who want so badly for you to be okay. They see you in this terrible pain, and don’t know how to help you. They see that your body is turning against itself, and turn to whatever seems like a quick fix. And it would be wonderful if it really worked that way, but unfortunately it doesn ‘t. As this point in time, there aren’t any “quick fixes” or really even any “slow fixes” for lupus. Basically , we’ve got Band-aids. We use the Band-aids to keep us patched up and going as best we can. Of course sometimes all I want is to use the Band-aids to cover up people’s mouths when they are offering their “help”, you know. So, if you have lupus like me, and are getting unwanted advice, try not to take it too seriously. But also know that just because you love these people doesn’t mean you have to apply their advice or suggestions! You can certainly take Mr. Twain’s advice. So you don’t “die of a misprint”.

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It Gets Better~

You know when you have toddlers, or babies and you keep saying to yourself, in the words of Darius Rucker’s song , “It won’t be like this for long.” , that becomes your hope. Well, as a mother to a 14 year old, and a 12 year old, let me dash your hopes upon the cold , hard ,sticky linoleum floor. Recap of my day…….Awake at 1:00 am, whiny puppy. Awake at 3 am, whiny puppy. Awake at 5 30 am, whiny children. Stoke the stove, make breakfast, do math until numbers dance drunken patterns before my eyes. Try to decide if my stomach trouble is any of the following…….stress, medications, stomach flu, or a combination. Children hollering at me through the bathroom door. Home phone ringing. Cell phone ringing. Dog barges in on me in the bathroom. For crying out loud, shut the door!!! Cat barges in on me in the bathroom. Husband calls and says, “Sorry you had lunch hot and ready. I won’t be home until who knows when.” Cold lunch. Thought a nice hot bath would be just the ticket. Hot bath ended in cut leg from shaving, and a rash from the soap I decided to use. So, it’s not bottles , diapers and projectile vomiting. It’s dessicated banana peels under sloppy beds, and algebra homework. It’s not teething and pacifiers. It’s driving and “Momma, can I dye my hair blue?” So, for all you stressed out new moms, with the spit-up on your day old jogging pants……….just you wait……..

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How Was Your Day, Dear? Baaaaad?~

I am absolutely, tee-totally ( as we say here in the South, PLUMB) wore out. That means tard. And no, I don’t mean tired. I mean tard. That’s a whole other kind of thing. After getting up at 5 am to make my drive to my doctor’s appointment, we arrived to the receptionist telling everyone that the doctor was not in, and that they did not know what had happened but apparently, “the computer” had forgotten to tell them to call and cancel everyone’s appointments or something. So, we had driven an hour and a half for nothing, we were thinking. But she says , “No. We will find SOME-body to see you. We are so sorry.” Well, turns out that the computer was crazy or the staff was or some such, because the doctor called and said , “I AM coming to work. Just as soon as I figure out what to do about my water heater that basically exploded all over my laundry room.” So she was laaaaate. Which wasn’t her fault, I understand. But then I needed an EKG and an ECHO that wasn’t scheduled, so of course that took a fairly long time to get worked out, or worked in, however you want to look at it, and then I needed to get set up for a holter monitor, and they tried to hook it up at the office, but the only one they had was defective, so I couldn’t get it today, they have to FED EX it to me, and then when I get it I will have to be stuck at home for a MONTH because you have to use a landline to record your “events”…………Whew. Did ya’ get all that ? Bwhahahahahahahaha………I finally got the giggles in the holter room at the hospital, because it actually just started to be funny! I mean really?!? You kind of just HAD to laugh. It was that or cry, and I figured , “Why waste a good cry on that?” 🙂 They didn’t however , monkey with my meds, which was good in one sense, (no new side effects), but sucky in another, (not feeling any better either), and their advice was just to rest, rest, rest. Good news! I homeschool, I have an 11 year old, a 13 year old, a husband, assorted chickens, 7 dogs, 2 lizards, one turtle, a tarantula, and at some points in time, a life…….Yes, let us rest, rest, rest. Anybody know how to do that? So, anywho, I got to thinking about something a dear friend of mine said once. “Just do the best you can, with what you’ve got.” Oh, AND….”From the day you’re born , ’til you ride in the hearse, things are never so bad, that they couldn’t be worse!” (((HUGS))) everyone!