Thanks for the weirdness

“At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person.  Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us.” ~ Albert Schweitzer

weirdOnce upon a time a boy called Z rekindled my light.  And I haven’t stopped glowing since!  Never in a million years did I think I’d find ‘the one.’  I truly didn’t think such a concept existed for me, yet almost thirty years into life I found him.  He’s the yang to my yin, the Clyde to my Bonnie, and the other pea in my pod.  Like he says we “share gray matter and a soul.”  How grateful I am to have somebody just as weird and dorky standing by my side.  Z, I love you.

h“….the word I am looking for when I’m trying to describe how I feel inside and the right one just won’t come to my mind.  You’re like the pillar that props me up, the beam that supports me.” 

A week ago my sicker half was admitted into the hospital for a few days.  While I understand we’ll be dealing with health issues ad infinitum that doesn’t make it any easier.  I can’t stand to see him in pain.  It takes every ounce of restraint to stop myself from pulling a Dr. Quinn or showcasing my Google M.D. in the presence of actual physicians.  Why can’t they monitor his prescriptions?!  If he requires two medications that don’t mesh you would think the [semi-obvious] solution involves adding a third variable to counteract one of those.  Apparently not.  He says my tears are unbearable.  I can’t bear to see him writhing around in agony, hooked up to heart monitors and various IV’s, virtually crying himself.  What I wouldn’t do to make things less painful for him….yet all I can do is watch helplessly.  There’s no doubt in my mind that stress exacerbates his illness– but how do we remedy that?  Only two things would help and I don’t see either one of them happening for quite sometime.  Sigh.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,



About Cocktails With Hemingway

I'm blunt and opinionated. Virtually everything I say or do is a contradiction but I'm not a hypocrite. I never hesitate to speak my mind and never fail to leave an impression wherever I go. You love me, you hate me, but you'll never forget me.
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