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Considering I’m going through my fifth divorce, I am, still incredibly blessed. He was a two-faced, back-stabbing, lying, egotistical, narcissistic, verbally abusive, thieving pig.

But I got out with my life and most of my important belongings, since he was also a felon with a firearm. 😨

But what I want to share is while I was dealing with all of these issues, I also had to have a medical procedure that out did all four of my five labor and deliveries in the pain department.

A doctor stabbed a very large, long needle into a joint so far it went through my hand, and i screamed like a banshee. Then he pulled the needle out slightly and filled the joint with steroids. I cried like a baby,

THEN he wanted the other hand to do it again.

When I screamed, my oldest daughter said, “Mom, you’ve got to quit screaming, you’re scaring the other patients.” I said “I don’t ducking care,”as tears ran down my face.

And, I immediately felt better.

The procedure worked, but I gotta tell you, I’ll live with the condition of trigger finger syndrome, or have the damn offense fingers cut the hell off before that doctor ever touches me again.

And now I feel better!

😪

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What a constitution ~~ self-1st; i.e. flightATTENDANT 101😗

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Hallelujah! Toxic gratitude and positivity, the bane/s of my life (both personally and as a therapist). It’s like purity culture for feelings...

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That particular balancing act; well, not a very weighty one!

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I love this post.

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Thank you.

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Thank you!!!

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You’re welcome.

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