pain

Before you read any further, be warned that this is about a once in a life time, or two event. I know that sounds dramatic, but it is dramatic, traumatic and involves antiseptic.

Scene set.

I had a long arranged appointment today with my dermatologist today. On my last visit in October, he had noticed three suspicious looking little brown spots that he insisted needed  surgically removing. Not that it matters to you, but they were on my inner forearm, thigh and neck. Yes, nice tender zones for his scalpel. However this is not the topic of this tale. During my visit in October, I had pleaded with him on my wife’s behalf for an appointment for her. His receptionist had told me he was totally booked out and was not taking any new patients. 

When I discussed this with him, he confirmed that indeed he was not taking any new patients. Full stop. Sorry, but no. Until we drifted onto the topic of music as one does in a doctor’s surgery. To cut this story short, he agreed to take my wife for an appointment in January 2010, if I supplied him with one of my CDs. Well, deal done!

It can be a really small thing that sets it off. Like a cup he drank from while he was here. It’s still sitting in the sink cos we didn’t have time to wash it before heading out the door. Or it can be one of his socks that I find during my frantic vacuuming session to wipe out traces that we were having so much fun, we spilled stuff on the floor – that one sock under the sofa can be the cause of the heartbreak.

That’s what it’s like to be a so called Weekend mom. I always despised the phrase. I am just as much a mom during the week as I am during Saturday and Sunday. I describe it as a small death whenever my son has to go. We’re well past the days when we cry at our goodbyes but there is – and always will be – that numbing silent pain that I feel when something happens that I wish I could change and can’t. It is not that my son is unhappy; he is quite a happy kid and functioning well ; it’s simply that “it wasn’t supposed to be this way”. The most horrible feeling of shame and guilt on my part. I haven’t been able to shake it for the past 8 years. I can’t even believe it’s been 8 years since I moved out, suffering from anxiety and depression, bringing nothing but a suitcase with my clothes.

First entry

What is it you actually see in the mirror?

By Randaya Quill

This is how it starts

A blank page

And me

Putting my fingers to these keys and not knowing what’s going to come out

A story

A poem

Or just my thoughts for the day

Those are always interesting

This is not much but at least I’m trying

One person can’t please everyone

Especially when everyone is only out to please themselves

If you don’t like what i have to say

DONT READ THE REST

In this world we have two ways of life

What everyone tells you to be

Or what you want to be

So that just leaves one question

Who are you?

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