Like this cat, I'm not feeling quite right today - again. I've started back on Prevacid, because this feels like ulcer pain. I'm trying anything I can come up with to avoid going back to the gastroenterologist. I like the guy and all; he's very sweet. But I don't relish the thought of a tube down the throat again! My poor sister is going for the scope up and scope down next Tuesday. I know it's hard for her, particularly because she has evasive veins. They run away or collapse when the nurses go for them. Poor thing! We're a bad lot, we siblings. Full of ailments and strange oddities.
In fact, she and I were discussing last weekend the fact that we all seem to be overly tactile sensitive. I had discussed this previously with my brother (the one who has landed himself in a homeless shelter in downtown DC -long story). He has severe eczema and has to buy tagless tee's, extra soft diabetic socks, and so on. My sister and I were comiserating with each other about the fact that we can't enjoy some of the things other women take for granted: hair dye (now...though we did it for years), bubble bath, lacy bras, anything that rubs, contains irritants, or is guaranteed to make us prettier! I think we're both just a step away from being declared to have multiple chemical sensitivity. My laundry closet, like hers, contains detergent and dryer sheets that have no additives or perfumes. Our body washes don't smell like lavendar or tangerine. They smell mildly of soap and are low-sudsing.
So here is your writing prompt for the day. If you like, you can post a paragraph or a poem in your comment. OR you can write out the response as one of your upcoming blog posts and link back to me here. However you want to do this, however it works for you, by all means, have fun with it. You'll be cheering me up as I read your wonderful and creative responses to the prompt!
Writing Prompt #1:
Emma is an itchy girl. She has to be careful of everything she touches and everything that touches her. Describe Emma's morning as she goes off to school on a cold winter morning.
Let your imaginations run wild. She can be a city girl or a country girl. She can be young or old, but she has to be heading to school, with all that entails (you make up the details!).
Peace - D