Sister Mine, Part II

Yesterday seemed to be all about the goddamned Princess. God damn it! It's enough to wither a soul! First, she sent grandmother a Mother's Day card but she tried to get cute about it - she had it written in a strange hand and with no return address. I knew what it was anyway... immediately... Mother's … Continue reading Sister Mine, Part II

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The Chronic – not Weed, but Groin Pain

I was born with an inguinal hernia, one of just many physical problems. I had the hernia surgically repaired when I was 4 years old and have had chronic pain issues ever since. All through my childhood I always felt delicate and somehow stretched in my groin region on the right side. I always had to … Continue reading The Chronic – not Weed, but Groin Pain

Paruresis

Paruresis (/ˌpɑːrəˈriːsɪs/ PAR-ə-REE-sis) is a type of phobia in which the sufferer is unable to urinate in the real or imaginary presence of others, such as in a public restroom. The analogous condition that affects bowel movement is called parcopresis. ...Also known as "nervous bladder".  It seems like a "nervous bladder" would be squirting pee … Continue reading Paruresis

Sister, Mine

Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday! Fuck you, too! Fuck you, too! I suppose it is fitting that I should write this entry today, as it is my sister's birthday. I was forced to finally estrange her in July 2015. So, today marks the second time that I haven't had to indulge her in her silly tradition. Every year … Continue reading Sister, Mine

Thelma and Louise

I have been neglecting this blog again - I have been feeling sicker than hell for weeks. I don't know if it's from GMO frankenfood, or if it's from the fresh new blacktop parking lot that just got rolled out 2 blocks away, or if it's from how goddamned pesticide-happy this town is, or if … Continue reading Thelma and Louise

Aunt Francie (aka The Great Pumpkin)

This is another one of the old traumas - dear old Aunt Francie has been dead for 14 years now. (Thank Heavens). I write about her now, because this is, after all a blog of my life experiences, mainly those of the traumatizing variety. This will just further demonstrate how every single important person in my life has … Continue reading Aunt Francie (aka The Great Pumpkin)

The Foster Home

This is another one of the old traumas. I have already written most of it out several months ago in the blog entry titled Mother, but since that particular entry got very long very quick, I have decided to cut and paste the whole bit about the foster home to its own blog entry, here, … Continue reading The Foster Home

The Year of the Dead Rot

This is an old trauma, but I intend to write about ALL of the traumas here.  In part because people keep telling me I should write the story of my life, in part because - who knows, it may be therapeutic? - but mostly because I can. I am writing these as they occur to … Continue reading The Year of the Dead Rot

Mother

I suppose I should start here, as she is the greatest lament of them all. Wow, imagine that, huh? How Freudian. What are the odds? At this point I suppose it would be appropriate to say that she was the greatest lament of them all. She finally got around to killing herself "the right way" in … Continue reading Mother