To be fair, I have never once shut up when it comes to dealing with my personal army of medical professionals. Among other issues, they sometimes get confused about who works for whom. And that’s to say nothing of the squirrelfuckers at my insurance companies. If they won’t communicate in writing, they get subject to such gems as “So, your job is LYING TO CANCER PATIENTS? How the fuck do you sleep at night?” And my shrinks (yes, plural – that’s how fucked up I am! 😆) certainly get earfuls (earsful?) on the regular.
There have been times I needed to step away from news and social media for my mental health – and I may need to again. I struggle with my vision, even after 2 surgeries to correct it. But the worst part? Writing itself became difficult after chemo. I lost my “inner thesaurus,” if you know what I mean. Words used to flow from my head to my screen, to the point where it seemed I’d blink and hours had flown by, and I’d be staring at a good 2-3k words. Now it takes me time and effort to write something as simple as this comment.
All that to say I’m dipping a toe back in the water, but don’t know if or when I’ll dive into the deep end.
It’s wonderful to see you, too. All of you! ❤️
chigau (違う)says
Iris
I’d be happy to read anything you write.
dirty limericks?
smutty haiku?
cookie recipes?
Letter to My Younger Self
[uptempo, with big bouncy bass lines and punky/trashy guitar riffs]
I’m not young, and I’m not pretty
I’m not quiet and I ain’t too skinny now
I got some regrets, of course I do
mainly for the things I didn’t do
if I could write a letter to my younger self
at the age of twelve or twenty-five
I’d say girl you’re gonna be okay
it won’t always be this way
and I can save you so much pain and time
[chorus]
find your people, find your tribe
make your family from the ones who hold you high
learn that love is not control
bow down to no one
and treat yourself like gold
_____
Second verse still needs work, but it wraps up this way:
some men will lock you in a cage
and you will never be the same
when you find out you always had the key…
chigau (違う)says
good so far
amtssays
Lovely to hear from you! Anytime you feel like it – we will be here
How do I emigrate to Western Australia? Asking for a friend…
StonedRangersays
Welcome back. I cant speak for anyone else, but I have missed you. No matter how small it is, or how long it takes to put it out, yours is a voice of sanity. All tree rats must die.
of those of us who have yer contact info, the not-reaching-out was strictly a “respecting privacy” thing, not wanting to seem acreep, but you were always on our mind, like some willie nelson shit.
Jazzletsays
It is good to read that the lack of posting is down to losing your thesaurus (which is not to say that isn’t rough) and not anything more final. I too have missed your ‘voice’, but I quite understand the need to . . . and that thought’s gone, bloody Tramadol.
Yeah, I can hear ya…
Iris!!!????!!!
It is I, Merciless Murderer of Sciuridae.
<³333333333333$$33
OMGOMGOMG
I thought you were …. y’know
Hello.
Yes, loud and clear!
No, I’m not…y’know. I’ve had a few close calls, and I’m not exactly healthy, either. But it turns out SHUTTING THE FUCK UP is not my strong suit.
Iris, your last post here was 1432 days ago.
That’s pretty close to shutting up.
ps
It is wonderful to see you.
Hello!
I am delighted to see this post.
chigau @9, 10.
To be fair, I have never once shut up when it comes to dealing with my personal army of medical professionals. Among other issues, they sometimes get confused about who works for whom. And that’s to say nothing of the squirrelfuckers at my insurance companies. If they won’t communicate in writing, they get subject to such gems as “So, your job is LYING TO CANCER PATIENTS? How the fuck do you sleep at night?” And my shrinks (yes, plural – that’s how fucked up I am! 😆) certainly get earfuls (earsful?) on the regular.
There have been times I needed to step away from news and social media for my mental health – and I may need to again. I struggle with my vision, even after 2 surgeries to correct it. But the worst part? Writing itself became difficult after chemo. I lost my “inner thesaurus,” if you know what I mean. Words used to flow from my head to my screen, to the point where it seemed I’d blink and hours had flown by, and I’d be staring at a good 2-3k words. Now it takes me time and effort to write something as simple as this comment.
All that to say I’m dipping a toe back in the water, but don’t know if or when I’ll dive into the deep end.
It’s wonderful to see you, too. All of you! ❤️
Iris
I’d be happy to read anything you write.
dirty limericks?
smutty haiku?
cookie recipes?
Hmmm… I must have something around here…
Oh! How about song lyrics? (work in progress.)
Letter to My Younger Self
[uptempo, with big bouncy bass lines and punky/trashy guitar riffs]
I’m not young, and I’m not pretty
I’m not quiet and I ain’t too skinny now
I got some regrets, of course I do
mainly for the things I didn’t do
if I could write a letter to my younger self
at the age of twelve or twenty-five
I’d say girl you’re gonna be okay
it won’t always be this way
and I can save you so much pain and time
[chorus]
find your people, find your tribe
make your family from the ones who hold you high
learn that love is not control
bow down to no one
and treat yourself like gold
_____
Second verse still needs work, but it wraps up this way:
some men will lock you in a cage
and you will never be the same
when you find out you always had the key…
good so far
Lovely to hear from you! Anytime you feel like it – we will be here
so i’m hearing that you are not ready for a rap battle just yet. i’ll hold off on challenging you.
Bébé
don’t poke the sleeping … dragon… hornet nest … zombie squirrel…….
just don’t poke
It’s great to see you again Iris! No squirrels in Western Australia but I’ll frown at a quokka for you
How do I emigrate to Western Australia? Asking for a friend…
Welcome back. I cant speak for anyone else, but I have missed you. No matter how small it is, or how long it takes to put it out, yours is a voice of sanity. All tree rats must die.
of those of us who have yer contact info, the not-reaching-out was strictly a “respecting privacy” thing, not wanting to seem acreep, but you were always on our mind, like some willie nelson shit.
It is good to read that the lack of posting is down to losing your thesaurus (which is not to say that isn’t rough) and not anything more final. I too have missed your ‘voice’, but I quite understand the need to . . . and that thought’s gone, bloody Tramadol.
Hearing ya here!