How often do I have so much to say but at the same time can’t come up with any words?
Cosby. As he tucks himself into his hard cot tonight with scratchy blankets and thin bed linens is he thinking at all of what he did? Is he thinking of all of the lives he has changed? Will he stop even for a moment to consider the ruin his actions have caused? Or is he still in deep denial and only thinking of how difficult he has it now and the hard cot and the scratchy blankets and thin bed linens? I do have to say that this one is so sad. I loved Bill Cosby. The best gift I ever gave my mom was two tickets to see him in concert. He had everything. Why did he have to resort to drugging and raping! Why?
Today I went for my sleep clinic follow-up. It was via teleconference and the doctor was not helpful or at all interested in talking with me. He told me he wanted me to start on Lyrica and to make an appointment on my way out to see him again in 6 months. I had to force myself to get a word in to question how often I am waking up in an hour (27) and how often my legs move in a minute (147). I didn’t bother to ask him questions about the Lyrica or other possible treatments. There was no point. He was an ‘old boys club’ kind of MD and would not take kindly to me telling him he can shove his prescription where the sun doesn’t shine and I will only take it after I have exhausted all other treatment options. Even then I will only take it if I’m desperate. I also didn’t tell him that I am on a Facebook group for Periodic Limb Movement Disorder and the people there have already helped me more than he has. I walked out feeling extremely grateful for my own doctor who is kind and looks at me when he asks questions and is genuinely interested in not only how I am but who I am.
Here is a picture for Mary Moon. Five Maurices! This picture makes me so happy.
And so does this one.
And here is my daughter all snaggle-toothed years before she got braces and Norbert wearing a dress. I think this was the day that Norbert got into a bad mood and never turned back.
Okay. One more. Another picture of Norbert dressed up. This time it’s as a unicorn. Daughter did this too.
Is anyone still reading? Do you want the last 2 minutes of your life back?