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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
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"Listen, if we get disconnected, just hold on-- I beat the crap out of my phone again and it still works but I can't dial out, and yeah yeah yeah everybody and God's grammaw has a cellphone now, but it looks like everybody and God's grammaw has cancer too, and I'm worried enough about the sheetrock in my room--do you know anything about Chinese drywall and how to tell if you used the stuff-- and no, I wasn't here when it was put up, I'd had surgery--" *pause* "Oh, a sphincterotomy, long story--but anyhow I couldn't supervise the dumbasses working on my room--you do know they cut the stuff in my room, right? The drywall, goofy...we're not in the other business anymore. But yeah. It was after they had painted too, so I've been inhaling the stuff for a few years now, 'cause no way in hell could I climb a ladder to clean it all off, but anyhoo-- where were we? Oh yes, the body count.. I lost track again, but Clay passed away, he was only fifty-one, and I spent my birthday at Leah's memorial--she made it to sixty-- beating the odds, but god-I-miss-her...she was genuine, yanno? She was one of the most patient people in my life, too." *pause* "People in my life have to have patience, 'cause I'm such a wreck and I don't really mean any harm, I'm just...reactive and I hate that about me, and it's harder now more than ever with the menopause-- oh that's right, you didn't know, I finally had that hysterectomy and I thought that would be a cure but now it seems I'm a "condition"--go figger." *pause* "But oh yeah, I did hear from Kim, finally, the hubs lost his cellphone which contained just about every number we needed on it, so, naturally, I was frantic, and I tried google and facebook and miraculously, like out of the blue, she called me, and no, it sounds pretty bad. The lesions on her brain advanced to her pre-frontal lobe, her bladder has gone more south than ever, and I told her about those bladder pace-maker thingies, but she said the doc said that she'd more than likely have to do the catheter thing anyhow, and she's far too weak for surgery-- they had to stop the chemo, so no, she's not in remission, and her pain is so awful, love, I didn't know what to say..." *pause* "Imagine that. Me with nothing to say. But OH--get this--while they were scanning her brain they found out her brain is actually leaking into her ear-- an undetected birth defect she'd had her entire life and nobody found it until now, and remember how she was always a bit hard of hearing?" *pause* "and oh, Jimmy finally got word from Hope house--they told him that they could try 'a more radical course of chemo and radiation combined, but...' and of course that's when they stopped talking, right at that 'but...'--- I told a friend a while back that doctors either watch soap operas or they are taught that line in med school..." *pause* "Huh? Oh no, not that Jimmy--the Cooperman passed away last Fall, and that memorial that I didn't go to, well it turned out it was like a "group" service-- for everyone who passed away in the nursing home, so Norma and I sat here and had our own memorial. Funny thing about Coop, he was so gentle toward the end, and not the least bit angry that they'd misdiagnosed him--but ohhh...I get angry, because you do know that Kim was diagnosed with PTS--for seven frigging years, and my poor baby was actually relieved when they told her she wasn't really crazy--but I'm afraid so much time was wasted treating her "neuroses" that the opportunity to put the brakes on the MS was totally too late, so now? She wishes she could be just plain crazy again. 'Crazy is only emotionally painful.' Her words, not mine..." *pause* "Keith? Omg, so much has happened since you moved...after my Dad passed away--yes, my Dad too, and my pop-in-law, and it was just all so much so fast it was hard for us to handle, so I hope you're sitting down, 'cause Cath is gone too, and no, I don't think my niece will ever be the same." *pause* "REALLY? Congratulations! No wonder I couldn't find you--you have a new last name!" *smile* "Oh no, no...they broke up after Katrina--but guess what? She's getting married next July! I'm standing in the wedding! And yep, they are going to stuff my fat butt in lavender--I think it's chiffon (this week) but I'm so thrilled for her--she's such a good person and she really deserves to be happy--but I guess you know about second chances, huh?" *pause* "Me? I dunno...I've been putting that stuff off again--and honestly I TRIED to go back on schedule but all of my docs left town at once again, and I'll be damned if I'll bring my list of ailments to a new doctor and get that one-eyebrow-raised look again, 'cause yeah, I still get those blisters--but it was a longer time between outbreaks this time, and I'd actually lost weight, and was getting out and stuff, but I could feel that old tired feeling coming on--I was pushing it and I knew it, but I kept on going anyway...like now." *smile* "But yeah, that dress I have to wear is gorgeous, but it's a halter top, so I'll have to do something about the scars on my arms and shoulders 'cause I don't wanna be the fat leper at the wedding..." *pause* "Mardi Gras? Ask me if I give a...well you know how it is. I have to live with Bam-Bam-King -of-Carnival for two weeks, and oh yes, he's in remission--amazing really. He doesn't have "get up and go" I say, he has "get up and gone"--I blink, and um, there he ain't." *pause* "Oh yes, I know. We're watching those state budget cuts and trying not to worry, but I mean, watchagonnado? My big "woo-hoo" of the moment is that after a decade of him working 'swing shift', he'll be working that four to midnight shift, and don't you find it amusing that we elected a former exorcist as governor,and--huh?" "Sure it's lonely, but when am I not? Besides," *shrug*, at least it's a schedule and maybe I can take care of those pesky medical probs when I don't have to beg a ride." *pause* "Oh hon, I appreciate that, but I mean, you are in MISSISSIPPI--that's way too much to ask...so thank you, but no, we'll manage." *pause* "Yeah, we still check out the shows..." *pause* "I go occasionally...we have tickets for the Moody Blues. It's gonna be a race to get there though, since his schedule will be tight that day--assuming he still has a job. I mean, who knows? As long as it isn't "Leave without Pay" again. We lived like that for nearly a year after Katrina, but I don't wanna talk about Katrina anymore--now they are talking stupid crap about Haiti and can you believe someone actually said that Haiti had made a deal with the devil and this was God's wrath? That talk makes me nuts--I mean, traditionally, aren't people who make deals with the devil RICH?" *exhale* "So? How's the kids?" "Hello?" "Are ya there?" (Karen beats the phone on her desk.) "Hellllll-oh-oh?" If you'd like to make a call please hang up and try again. If you feel like you have received this recording in error, please hold and an operator will be with you shortly. *sigh* *mumble* "I hope I didn't kill another one..." Karen fumbles with cords. "Yep. I'll get a new one next paycheck--with a longer cord this time..and oh no...I'm out of merlot, too..." *sigh* |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo dear Serenity blaze, This is good writing, and I like read the whole thing. Keep up the good work. Love Bobby |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Thanks for reading the all of it. It's rather difficult for me, so I understand what a task you had before you. I sat here for two hours, not knowing how to begin, but once I got the first word, I smiled at the irony. Now I wince at how true it is. There are people who might argue that this belongs in Prose, but I thought hard about the line breaks--and no doubt, I'll tweak some of 'em before I'm done. Count yourself as inspiration--I could have made it rhyme, but this one ain't no song. I truly appreciate your time. Time is...precious.  (My thanks also to howardstu--I didn't have an "Eve", so I used the telephone to improvise.)danke' |
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Kielo Senior Member
since 2002-02-11
Posts 1109 |
Love you. |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Sometimes it ain't easy being me either K, but being you, must be a task some days? We are entitled to talk to those gone we love, or to ourselves if it feels right, right? |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Um. Shar? I wasn't saying it's hard to be me. This was intended as a mockery of myself. I make myself sick when I listen to me talk.  And I apologize--that was terribly abrupt for someone who just wrote a lengthy conversation piece. sigh... |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
I could read you forever. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I wouldn't wish that on anybody. :squeeze; |
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Kielo Senior Member
since 2002-02-11
Posts 1109 |
Can I wish it on me anyway? |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
You had me at the title. *G* And that won't be spilled merlot on my shirt... I'm in the nosebleed sections but Justin is Justin and what's a little blood between friends? LOL "she was genuine, yanno?" Leah wasn't the only genuine one, lady. *S* Keep talking... and pounding the plastic phones. *S* |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Oh Karen, I could read you for hours when you write like this. I so wish you would do more. I really love to read you. I do not post to every thing because then you would really know what a dunce I am when I get it wrong. But undestand or not I love your spirit and how you write. I know it comes from your gut. late |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
*smile* My timing is, as always pretty bad, as this seems irreverent, but it's how I tawk. And I do smile, because, ya'll know, once I get a new phone, I just may grant your wishes to actually hear this for real. Nod. You'd be sorry, then. I'm tellin' ya, I talk through slammed doors, at the backs of people's heads, and mutter obscenities in my sleep...thanks for listening.  Ya'll live hard, love well, and stay passionate!  |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
"You'd be sorry, then. I'm tellin' ya, I talk through slammed doors, at the backs of people's heads, and mutter obscenities in my sleep..." well this reminds me of me~~~ and I don't think I could ever write about all the losses of friends and family as well as you.  M btw I can't figure out facebook enough to do anything but sign in.. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Well, that was some read, dear Karen! You have the gray matter and you know what matters! Sigh, sigh ... that's life, seen by sharp eyes and lived by a conscious mind. With a sense of humour woven into all the drama. Otherwise who could survive? Love, Margherita |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Ya'll are all so forgiving. This run-on hen cackle is far too real for me though. (I don't like me much.) It's pretty much true though. That's me, all word-nekkid. I suppose I could try to be calmer, and breathe occasionally, but those sage, wise, philosophical folks, who answer everything with koans and ambiguity? *shrug* While I admire their ...serenity, I've always ultimately come to the conclusion that they are full of...it.  AND YO, RUTHIE? <--smile? Write me and let me know WHERE you are catching the show? If it's on the Redneck Riviera, lemme know, k? Maybe we can finally meet if we both move halfway. If you're going to Beau Rivage, there's not a bad seat in the house.  Love and comforting hugs to you all--and thank you for accepting me just as I yam. |
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