Poor Fella

I guess the man is just plum dumbfounded as to what to say. He called me on his way to work for a few minutes to say he got the information about my surgery. He said he read through all of it, and asked if I really knew that much information about it. I actually laughed, and said, “Sadly, I do.” He really was confused on whether the surgery was a good thing or bad thing, and that definitely complicates picking up the phone to call. Ahhh, I see now.

Perhaps I need to be a bit more basic when I speak to people. Have you heard a doctor give a seminar to people who aren’t medical professionals? They continue to use the jargon and manerism that accompy their occupation. However, the information often falls on deaf ears, because it isn’t in words the listener understands. That could be what is happening here. I’m not saying I need to dumb down what I’m saying, but rather be mindful of the audience’s knowledge base. I needed to say, this surgery is a good thing. That would help people. I need to be clear on the fact that while I’m nervous, I still feel that medically it is beneficial. So, now that I know that, it should be easier to bridge this giant chasm between the two of us.

I need to bear in mind that our worlds are completely different, and that under normal circumstances we probalby would never have the opportunity to meet much less know one another personally. Despite this fact, the circumstances aren’t normal and we must find some form of common ground. Dear God, please let us find one soon. Food? Nope, totally opposite. Music? Ha, not even close. Entertainment? We both like movies, but my husband and I rarely watch them. Hobbies? Not remotely similar. Books? I read, he doesn’t. Interests? Polar opposites.

If I had been raised by this man, people surely would have asked me if I was adopted. (Yes, I know, we would have had more in common if that was the case, but you get what I’m saying.)

So, tomorrow is his birthday, and I will call tonight to wish him well and happy 50th. I did get him an rediculously expensive watch in honor of the big FIVE-OH. He’s on the phone tree list to call post surgery, and he knows as much. He seemed appreciative. So, let’s home most of this crap is just due to a bunch of new beginnings clumsiness and not par for the course.

Published in: on April 24, 2007 at 8:35 am  Comments (6)  

Considering It

I’m considering taking birth control. I’ve never taken it before. The original reason was because we have had blood clots in the family. However, thanks to my over $3,000 worth of genetic testing, I do not have to worry about this any more. I’m free to take it if I want to. Of course this means I would have to move past the fact that there will be no surprise pregnancy. However, let’s face it, that’s probably not a bad thing. I love the path we are going down right now. I would also love to not feel like death is preferable to my period. My back aches, my cramps are strong, meds don’t touch it, heat only helps minimally. I hurt. So, considering birth control it is. This is an entirely new arena for me. Where do I start?

Of course, this too has also made it to the secret site, because while the fact that there will be no pregnancy for me if this comes to fruition is tough. For my mother it would be devastating. You know how badly she wants our geneticly produced offspring. This would send her over the edge. That makes me chuckle in a very wrong kind of way. I know this decision is personal, and don’t want her input.

There you have it.

Published in: on January 15, 2007 at 8:56 am  Comments (9)  

The Next Step

I felt the need to create this space, because my other blog is accessible to my family. While I love them dearly, there are times you simply wish to say what is on your mind. You don’t always want them to hear your thoughts, opinions, and sometimes complaints. I will be sure to post here soon. I just need to let a few know that I have found a second home.

Published in: on December 15, 2006 at 7:21 pm  Comments (2)