Real life is not pretty;
although, it may have
moments of incredible beauty.
Real life is not romantic,
yet often has the power
to take one’s breath away.
Real life is not easy,
but living well is always
worth the struggle.
Real life is not for wimps
or for those afraid of
sustaining commitment.
Real life is for those
who know the power of
family; the power of love.
I’ve stopped pretending
reality struck my eyes
there’s no canvas here
blame hesitation
procrastination and lies
forgive my lapses
without my compass
true north escapes detection
I’m left foundering
Rose directs, pointing
Sharp angles of distinction
Circle trapped petals.
Peace, people!
Several weeks back I spotted a suspicious mole on my left forearm. It came to my attention as Studly and I were out rowing in our kayak. Of course I freaked a little and called the doctor the next day. I really expected him to chuckle, pat me on the head and send me away, but to my chagrin he wanted a dermatologist to look at it.
His office referred me to a reputable clinic, and as I write this I’m sitting on the exam table awaiting the arrival of the doctor. Of course the spot has now faded to a mere freckle, so I feel like a complete imposter, but since I’m here I thought he could do a complete body check. Heaven knows I’ve got plenty of body to check. We could be here awhile.
(Pause for exam)
Okay, the doctor has come and done his thorough exam. He’s concerned about the freckle spot and wants to do a biopsy. There’s another spot on my shin he wants biopsied as well. This is getting to be quite an ordeal. Right now, his nurse is preparing to numb my two troublesome areas with a rather long syringe.
(Pause for gasps of pain)
Damn, the one on my shin hurt like a sonofabitch. Remind me to forgo any offers to tattoo that particular area of my body. Now, I just have to wait until someone comes to perform the actual biopsy.
(Pause to hum the Jeopardy theme song)
The biopsyists (?) just entered, a young man and young woman (they both look 12) wielding sharp objects. I wonder why they’ve sent in two people, then, I realize they’re tag teaming me. He goes for my shin.
(Pause for sharply indrawn breath–totally unnecessary given the aforementioned numbing)
She goes for my forearm. He bandages my shin. She bandages my forearm. Simultaneously they pat my hands and rush out the door as quickly as they blew in, telling me I can get dressed. I feel like the Doublemint twins have left the room.
(Pause to get dressed)
(Pause to wait)
Waiting sucks. Please send good vibes my way if you’re so inclined.
Peace, People.
Praying for Eyebrowz 