Horny Hippies & House, M.D.

by Sarah | Feb 26, 2011 | All About Me, Crap

I took this picture earlier in the week. When I had a sick husband & daughter…I didn’t realize that a mere 36 hours later I would be the one so laid up I wouldn’t be able to function to even take a picture or write a blog post.

At its highest, my fever hit 101.3 (I believe, only checked every 12 hours).

It hit suddenly.

At 4:00 I was fine.  My stomach felt a little fluttery, but nothing that hinted at oncoming tragedy.  I left my girls in the babysitting hands of their older brother and left to surprise the hubby to dinner out. His choice.

By 6:30PM when we were at Best Buy I was hardly able to walk. My chills were so bad, my entire body was trembling. We raced home with the heater on, leaving our secondary car at Archie’s work because I didn’t feel well enough to drive.  By the time we got home I was done.  Pain, fever, stomach cramps beyond belief.  I was begging for mercy, and apologizing to Archie for not being more understanding when he was sick.

So what does this have to do w/ my post title?

Oh…well…didn’t you know that with a good size fever you get the STRANGEST dreams?

I blame the first night on my current obsession with catching up on old House episodes on TV. I’d left to go surprise hubs in the middle of a whiz-bang of an epi and my mind was still rolling over it…at least that’s my defense.  Oh, and I just got my new XS and my new 50mm lens…so I’m sort of obsession over those too…

Which is why I was kept awake (and asleep apparently) with dreams of House and his team talking about cameras & lenses instead of medical terms.  It wasn’t until a tombstone was built that I was graced with enough peace to sleep for a full 3 hours.

Disturbing?

The horny hippies?

Oh, well, they apparently (in my head) moved into the house next to my Grandma’s (now my Aunt C’s) house.  I was in NY, somehow ending up in the house next door.  A couple of hippies had moved in and kept going at each other with me right there, so I left…to see a new (very black) door on my g’mas porch..and all the porch furniture was black…but the old door was still there. The house looked the same inside (though I’m fully aware that it doesn’t now), just a few minor differences.  My cousin was inside (my aunt C was absent) and rushed to greet me.  My Aunt D showed up…but was more excited to see my nephew (where he came from? No idea) than me.

Then I woke.

The hippies…they disturbed me…still do.

Seeing my aunt and cousin?  Much more refreshing.

Hippies…

Oy…

The Fracture Fallacy (Part 1)

by Sarah | Feb 19, 2011 | All About Me, Crap

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.

We’re taught this from a young age.  That we shouldn’t let words hurt us.  That they can’t hurt us.  Not in the way physical assault can.

Words aren’t strong.

That’s what we’re taught. What we’re told.

We were lied to.

Words can hurt deeper than any physical ailment.

The scars last so much longer, cut so much deeper.

I’m thirty four.

I still can crumble in tears when I remember events from 20 years ago.

Words and actions that hurt worse than any physical ailment ever hurt me.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will forever hurt me.

*****

*Obviously this is just the first post. I don’t know how many there will be…probably just a few. It’s a post series I’ve been meaning to write for a while that’s sort of connected to the I Am Real post.