Sometimes I go into my Google Docs and I’m like, oh yeah, I wrote all this stuff. Here is a random smattering of poems circa 2017-8.
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Tales from the Wedding Group, Part 1
I love wedding groups. The drama, the emotions, when things go right, when they get completely off course… These young women are having their first go at project management. Will they succeed? Or fail? There’s fun for the whole family!
Let’s take a look at what the brides are up to today.
Any Day Now…
I ate a deviled egg today and apparently the coldness and density of the deviled egg was too much for my body because I immediately started sweating and getting stomach cramps due to a vagal surge. Now, it’s Sunday night and I am filled to the brim with absolute dread knowing I have to go to work tomorrow and I have no idea what person I will wake up as.
Continue readingWhen You Hear Hoofbeats…
Dr. Theodore Woodward once said something to the effect of, “When you hear hoofbeats behind you, don’t expect to see a zebra.” This example of Occam’s Razor simply means, in this part of the world, you are more likely to see a horse than a zebra. So the simplest explanation, there are horses behind you, is probably the best.
Continue readingIt’s the Final Countdown
I have actually experienced medication withdrawal before. One time I had to go cold turkey off two psych meds because of an insurance snafu they refused to resolve for months. Even so, I have never experienced withdrawal symptoms like this.
Continue readingFight or Flight or Meow
The first week to two weeks seemed to be going okay. I felt a little strange and had some minor symptoms of withdrawal, but was overall okay. Then week three hit and I realized, after my sinus surgery cured my 20-something year stint in fight or flight (FOF) mode, I was right back in it because of the withdrawal.
Continue readingAre We There Yet?
This year, so far, has been so overwhelming. I often feel like life is entirely too much. I never seem to reach a point where things are peaceful and not much is going on. This year, however, has been about ten times more blindingly fast and ridiculously chock full of nonsense.
Continue readingI’d Like Psych Tests Better if I Could Study for Them
As much as I would love to stress about this, I find myself strangely calm. Mainly because I feel like I don’t have enough information to freak out. I’m not sure at all what I’m going to be tested on or how. So if they plan on making me repeat college calculus, I am blissfully ignorant.
Continue readingThe (Last) Visit to the Allergist
But after I told my allergist that I am literally not having any allergy reactions, he starts explaining to me how I just as allergic and in need of treatment as I was before surgery. I then realized something: this man has a massive financial incentive to keep me coming back to his practice every week for years to come.
Continue readingCan’t Talk, Waiting
I hate waiting. I always have. But lately there’s one thing I’m waiting on and it just can’t get here soon enough. What I extra hate about it is that I can’t say anything about this massive life event until all of the pieces are in place. And do you know where those pieces are right now? I have no idea. Not here, though.
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