Monday, February 18, 2013

Statement of Guilt

Hi. I'm Limitless Lisa and I'm a bad blogger.

I didn't mean to neglect my blog. Life, in the way.

I'm not happy about it. I like my blog. I need my blog. My blog is where I process life- the very life that is getting in the way of the blog. Funny how that happens, huh?

I was going to post about how Tuna was recovering from surgery,

Well...she made a big mess of the recovery. It wasn't her fault or anything. It just went, wrong. First there was the vomiting, and then the fever, and then the spontaneously draining hematoma. Yeah. She went there. Then there was success and walking on just one crutch and yay! Then that went all wrong too and she developed another hematoma and went back on two crutches. By the way, hip impingement surgery is a big, ugly booger.

I was going to post about the progress on the house, but...

Well, you know how it goes. We built this fabulous closet but then we put all of our crap back in it and it didn't look so fabulous anymore. Those great blogs you see with blog-worthy photos of their closets? FAKE. SO FAKE. Closets don't really look like that. Not in the real world. And this friends, is a real-world blog right here. I love my new closet, but cannot see it. Nope. No Pinterest-worthy closets up in this place.

I was going to post about the fire that took a house in our community last week, but...

Wow. I typed that heart-wrenching post with tears rolling down my cheeks, welling up from a nasty wound deep in my bleeding soul and who wants to read that emotional drama? I filed that sucker away in the Pain and Trauma folder.

I was going to post about Fish's failed stimulated growth hormone test and how we'll be learning to administer daily injections of growth hormone to a young lady who is terrified of needles and the word vein, but...

I thought, "jeez louise that is some unhappy stuff. I should just wait until something funny or goofy happens and write a more lighthearted post for a change" and so I waited...and waited...

And, the days turned into weeks and my little blog was neglected.

The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem, right?  

Note: According to a hematoma is:

he·ma·to·ma (h m -t m ). n. pl. he·ma·to·mas or he·ma·to·ma·ta (-m -t ). A localized swelling filled with blood resulting from a break in a blood vessel.

It is not, in fact, a tomato, even if Spell-Check vehemently disagrees. 

1 comment:

  1. Spellcheck thinks my name is Ski Chilean, so what does it know?