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I am just me, and that is all I can be. Single mom, writer, thinker, feeler, lover, vegetarian, tarot obsessive, conservative compassionate me. That's all I can be. I am raising 13 and 9 year old boys, and a 6 year old girl. I unabashedly drink a lot of vodka. And then I blog. The children are not here when I do this, so no need to call CPS. I make my living freelance writing, and reading tarot, and when that doesn't quite cut it, I sling some hash and poor some coffee, unashamed. I am getting a master's degree in creative writing, Lord knows why...

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Moving At The Speed Of Life

So, in my infinite wisdom and unending clumsiness I managed to give myself burns on my hand and wrist, ranging from first to third degree. I did this at work, with boiling hot coffee.

The next old person who tells me the coffee isn't hot enough is getting an eyeful of blistered and pus-y skin to show that yes, in fact, it is, and then some.

In the middle of all of this I seem to have acquired myself a bit of a relationship, with a handsome man. There is nothing like having a near tragedy to bring out the best, or sometimes, worst, in people. This one seems to have elicited his best response, and I am grateful. After spending so long having only myself to care for me, it feels a bit strange to let him clean and dress the wounds, tender and gentle while I wince, and I can't stop wondering why anyone would want to do this for me. The burns are the most disgusting thing I have ever seen and the pain is the worst I have ever felt. And I had natural childbirth. Admittedly I am being a bit of a baby about it, and every narcotic they have tried to give me for pain has made me feel like I was about to vomit my innards up.

So yeah life moves fast sometimes. And good sometimes, if you are lucky, even with half the skin of your arm hanging off.