Birthday Month Shuffle - 7th Edition Happy Birthday to Me

TYOFWM (the year of firsts without Momma)

There's a part of me that still can't understand why she's not here with me.

Especially today...

I really miss my Momma.

I had her for 51 birthdays.

Always a card, always a call, always a memory from a particular birthday.

Momma liked to tell me how I always was pictured with a band-aid

or a fresh bruise on my forehead because I couldn't wait to run under

the piñata and grab the candy.

For some reason, this morning I keep going back to the memory

of turning 16 and how she came in my room just before 6:30 a.m.

to give me my birthday card and gift before she left for work.

She playfully woke me up giving me 16 smacks on the butt

and presenting me with a card, some cash, and a gift of a small travel bag.

She came in early because I was going on a planned hike with

the church youth group I was a part of and wouldn't be back until

later in the afternoon.  She didn't want to miss saying

"Happy Birthday" to me that day.  My sweet 16th.

That small travel bag was for a trip to a church camp on Catalina

happening a little later in the summer.

Like I've said before, Momma and I had a tumultuous relationship

as I entered into my teens and started to try to become more independent.

And, as it was, we weren't a family that was particularly affectionate.

So, I often didn't know if my Mom even loved me or not.

It's just not something that was ever expressed.

Later that summer, at Campus by the Sea on Catalina, during a special

prayer ceremony near the end of camp, I was given a letter written by her.

All the parents had been asked to write a letter to their kids to be shared

with them at that time.

Even now, tears are streaming down my face remembering that letter.

For the first time, my Mom shared her hopes and dreams,

and, more importantly, her love for me.

All those things that I really needed to hear.

Suddenly, she wasn't quite the enemy I had thought her to be,

but the single mom that had unselfishly worked so hard to make

sure I realized all the dreams she had for me.

I can't say it was an emotional reunion at the end of that week when I got home.

Today it would be the equivalent of walking in the door

and just nodding and saying, "'sup?"

But something changed that year for the better in our relationship.

And, eventually, we could hug and say "I love you."

Which I wish more than anything I could do again today.

Thank you, Momma.

I know somewhere out there you're wishing me a

Happy Birthday.

This song is for her:

MyPod Birthday Month #18 - Baby Mine

Like I've said before,

I have a very eclectic collection of music on my iPod.

"Dumbo" is one of the first movies I remember seeing growing up.

This version of the song by Bette Midler was in the movie "Beaches"

which I seriously saw over and over.

I like this blend of the two...

grab a hanky...

NaBloPoMo Day 27 - Pink Elephants

Yesterday I wrote about dreams, and today I am writing about hallucinations. 

Now, I can honestly say, I have never been so drunk as to hallucinate.  In fact, the only people I have known to see things while intoxicated also used some other substances.  Although, I did have a friend who imagined she was "flying over the sand dunes" during a trip to San Felipe while in college.  But I don't think that's the same thing.

As a kid, I always imagined being drunk like that scene in "Dumbo" where he and Timothy get drunk and he sees pink elephants.  This leads to that awesome visual sequence involving the song "Pink Elephants on Parade."  I imagined being drunk would be fun, kinda like that... then I went to college and learned about the reality of hangovers.

We get a lot of patients who are under the influence of various sundry substances.  Some of them are still seeing things when they get to the ED, which can be interesting or not, depending on their flavor of hallucination.  Then there's the ever-popular formication which is the medical term for the sensation of "bugs crawling under the skin."  I have had patients actually try to show me "where the worms are" and "can't you see it there?"  Um, no, I can't but ok.

Enjoy the fun kind of drunk: