I rarely, hardly ever get sick– but when I do — the widdle baby in me– always turns everything into a soap opera. Last week– my simple, little sniffles snowballed into a major head cold with severe post nasal drip. The coughing fits were frightening. And then–this crazy lady– in the midst of one of my coughing spells said, I like your curls. Then she rummaged her big-giant-clumsy hands through my hair.
I was in a bad mood after that. A really bad mood–complaining about everything–especially at dinner–these potatoes are TOO SALTY! I was just mad at myself for being such a wimp. I wanted to scream at that crazy–horrible lady. But I just stood there–speechless– with my frizzy-puff-puffs. I should have just pulled my hair back in a bun–but I was stubbornly determined to play it cool. Yep, I styled it like this– ON PURPOSE! That was my fake attitude in the grocery store. Well — I had to have an attitude with hair like that— plus– I had no choice—suddenly– I needed my monthly supplies. No wonder I was in such a bad mood.
In the beauty aisle– a sales clerk was telling another shopper all about something called Wild Yam Root Cream. It takes away menstrual cramps and curbs irritability quickly. I highly recommend it!!! Don’t forget to rotate application sites though! I had no idea what that meant-– but I bought it anyway. Turns out I am highly allergic to wild yam root cream. Highly allergic. Didn’t know it was humanly possible to vomit like that. Okay! I clearly just died!
Now that I am on the mend– I truly have a new level of respect for my mother. Stroke recovery is rough. But she has found a way to stay strong. So much easier said than done.
My mother is the real deal– a true superstar!