I don't have any particular complaints. Actually, I am blessed to be getting on pretty well. Tonight though, I am just overwhelmed by it all. The things going on in my life.(I have a grand doctor who takes good care of me physically) the pain so many people out there are enduring with anxiety and/or depression. The children who haven't a clue what's going on with them...and parents who can't or won't help, the lonely ones having to deal with this alone, and so much more that we all read every day, and I am simply emotionally overwhelmed. It's almost more than I can handle, I weep for the world, especially the ones who contact us here.
So, here I am, asking for some emotional help from, who else but you who spend time with me here every day...my friends.
y6ou have become increasing sensitive my love which makes you an empath thats someone who genuinely cares and understands about others.we cannot solve the problems of the world I know I go through the same but what I do is I ask for light and positivity to be sent into the universe and ask god and his angels to watch over the world and my family bless you umy lovely and no im not a religious freak I just care about life and people
Thank you Sue, we do forget we are not doing it all alone. We have each other...and God...however we see him. Empathy ain't easy, I've only become this emotionally open since coming here. Love to you,
Do Deb and I have to bring out the lavender bubbles to get you smiling again? Speaking of lavender or purple, I'll tell you a funny little story. In my post-surgical daze, I was convinced that I killed Prince. Yep, that's right. I thought because my life was spared, his was taken. You should have seen the texts between my daughter and I. She tried her best to convince me that I don't need to get a purple teardrop tattoo by my eye for being a murderer. lol
You have a bleeding heart, and that's a good quality to have. It's not something many have. So as you've told me ... solider on.
I was just about to post you again, when I saw this one. I want you to know that the laughter you have brought to me has truly been priceless. What a gift you and Deb have been....and I hope you aren't done making me laugh until I do bodily harm to myself. See...I feel better.
Ahhh, the gift of not having a brain to mouth filter. Well, some might not view it as a gift, especially if they're on the receiving end.
Speaking of doing harm to ones self, stairs, and I haven't been friends for a few years now. Because of that whole gravity thing, I understand taking a tumble down the stairs. However, I have yet to find a way to explain falling up the stairs. How can anyone "fall" up the stairs anyway? Maybe it's more like gravity let go of me, and I banged my shin on the stairs as I floated up ... in lavender bubbles. Good thing I have my rabies shot or I'd be going crazy ... wait, that's an oxymoron. You know, a moron cleaned with Oxy-Clean. Maybe I didn't get the shot after all.
My dear dear Angel You are Field Marshall in this Army Of Anxiety Disorder, out there looking after and propping us all up in our weakest moments. We need you dearest but not at the expense of draining you of your own personal strength in coping.
You are weary and no wonder, neglecting yourself in your rush to be "there" for us all! My remedy? Do something nice for yourself today! Wallow in a bath of scented foam and be proud of all you do for others. And now I will share a small personal story in the hope of making you smile.
My husband recently had to have an exploritary operation as there was a suspicion of cancer of the unmentionables.
He has hearing loss in one ear since childhood. On waking after the surgery the nurse breezed into the room with a smile and announced something.
Groggy and impeded by his slight deafness he cried out, Horrified, "What do you mean my testacles are black!"
There was a pause.
"No, Stephen, " she replied calmly, " I said your test results are back"
I howled with laughter when he told me whereas he was mortified with embarrassment at his idiocy. I don't doubt that little anecdote went all round the doctors and nurses!
OMG...couldn't sleep, 5am, came here, ..and here you are, in top form! Do you remember Mad Magazine? You could be their head writer. Uh Oh, what are you going to do with...head writer????????????
You succeded. I started smilng at the word "unmentionables", and was laughing out loud by the time I got to the end. Helen, thank you for the kind words, the suggestion of something special.(maybe the filet mignon that is in the freezer) and the belly laugh. Now with you, I can't wait to see what you do with "belly laugh."
i started to close and the thought of exploring the unmentionables just hit my funny bone and set me off again. I could see Sherlock, bending over your poor guy with his pipe in his mouth and a huge magnifying glass....exploring his unmentionables. Oh, God....the thought is going to be with me all day. That sounds better than a bubble bath or a filet. I can't wait to see how that picture progresses as the day goes on. I may be a basket case by nightfall.
How dare you suggest the doctor requires a huge magnifying glass to inspect my Stephen's unmentionables? Still...now you come to mention it he'd probably need a telescope, Having said that Stephen, being a man and proud of his equipment ( sigh ) and seeing it in a light we do not, would probably imagine the doctor could stand 15 feet away and still have a clear sight of them...Huh, he wishes!!!
