Re: Hey, Mary
From: Rose Lunn (rose.lunn@eds.com)
Fri Jun 29 10:46:16 2001
Mary, quite contrary, how does your pain flower??? Ok, so I'm not a
great poet...it didn't even rhyme. I've found denial works only so long
and then you explode....can be difficult find all the pieces to put back
together! Lord knows it's hard enough to function without losing part of
yourself.....I'm sure I can't put you back together, just like Humpty
dumpty!
I choose to ignore it as much as possible, which I guess is just another
way of saying denial!!!!! But, my explosions are little and my friends
are quite versed in putting me back together. Just allow yourself
little blow-ups, you know, like setting off a small earthquake to ward
off a major one.
Just let me know when you're going to be up here for lunch....do you
still have my number? E-mail before 3 p at work if you don't.
I think I'm going to the same place....Dr. Berman next to St. Joe
hospital. I'm busy now getting all my records sent to him before
Monday. We'll see!
Maybe we can re-write the following for our situation:
At The Movies...
A man lay sprawled across three entire seats in a theater. When the
usher came by and noticed this, he whispered to the man, ''Sorry,
sir, but you're only allowed one seat.'' The man groaned but didn't
budge. The usher became impatient.
''Sir,'' the usher said, ''if you don't get up from there I'm going
to have to call the manager.'' Again, the man just groaned, which
infuriated the usher who turned and marched briskly back up the aisle
in search of his manager. In a few moments, both the usher and the
manager returned and stood over the man. Together the two of them
tried repeatedly to move him, but with no success. Finally, they
summoned the police. The cop surveyed the situation briefly.
''All right buddy, what's your name?''
''Sam,'' the man moaned.
''Where ya from, Sam?'' the cop asked.
''The balcony.''
Love ya!
Rose
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