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Hometown Reality, Part II

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Creaky Win98 laptop that's been revived twice in the same number of days from the Blue Screen of Death. Creakier Grandma who requires -- and deserves -- oodles of attention. Family members who exclaim, "Gee, Mom, you look great" and follow that with rolling eyeballs and sneers of "Gee, I bet you LOVE that," when Mom (aka Grandma) says that Cindy has dog ears and is right beside her as soon as she moves. What is it that would keep an otherwise loving child from saying, Obviously what Mom needs is gobs of TLC -- let's get it for her lickety split! What's with this, Pull yerself together, you 92-year-old, deaf, blind, arthritic diabetic, and take your own self to the bathroom!

Last time I considered that thought I sunk into a despair that settled so angrily at the base of my spine that I lay flat on my stomach for four days and took medications I never imagined needing outside hospital treatment. A friend sent a book by a doctor whose name I can't think of now -- maybe she'll read this and comment -- and who believes all back pain that isn't caused by an actual fracture is caused by the stress of unacknowledged mental anguish. One-third through the book and the pain started lifting. I stood for a long time in a hot shower and gave my lobster-red back a stern lecture: I DO NOT ACCEPT your pain. I know that you are trying to take my mind off the fury and the hurt my family has caused. But I can handle that, so leave me alone. Blah blah blah, boo hoo hoo.

A tank of hot water and tub of tears, and I was cured.

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Hometown Reality, Part 1

Monday, November 28, 2005

Coming Wednesday: 1001 Ways With Neese's Liver Mush. Fully Illustrated.