This post isn’t going to be as polished as I would like.
But as the title indicates, one of them is being taken out of context. Dear readers, those of you who are actively reading and communicating with me, please rest assured this isn’t you. Actually, anyone that has even left a “Like”, I assure you, it isn’t you.
I was given a name, but I’m not sure who it was. This person, however, felt the need to sound the alarm to an extended family member, hmm, like an in-law of an in-law, if you will, over something I said in one paragraph in a very long blog post. I gave very few specifics, but this person connected the dots in such a way that they thought a Yellow Alert was needed.
And then our telephone rang. Cimmy answered it, and even after much wrangling like Abbott and Costello in “Who’s On First?” to figure out who’s tongue started wagging in the first place, I still have no idea whom this person might be.
The weather is still wracking my nerves, and today was stressful enough- much shouting, crying, and such from various family members. Princess put a few more cuts on her arm.
I told her she should use a clean blade, not a soda can. Now, now, dear readers… I’d rather she not at all. I was worried she used one of my shaving razors, but yes, I did say that, explaining I thought it better not to risk infection.
And yes, there’s still a lot of hurdles for getting therapy covered. I don’t want to force her into anything– no way would I want her having similarly terrible experiences as I did.