If you’re a regular reader, you may have noticed this typically bright, shiny, sparkly and pussy filled blog has been dark for almost four weeks. And, there’s been quite a big reason for my need to crawl in a hole the size of the Grand Canyon and wallow like a beached whale on my leopard couch with my favorite fur ball Ted for the past 30 days.
One month ago today, I spent a sunny afternoon in an ER being examined for a violation that no one should ever experience. There’s an open investigation, so no specific details to share but it has been a life altering event that will forever change me whether I like it or not. The immediate aftermath bubbled up feelings of shame, embarrassment, disgust, disbelief and just now, I think the shock is starting to wear off.
The thing is, in the weeks, days, hours and minutes when I felt this ordeal sinking my personal ship to the depths of the Bermuda Triangle, I’ve had a paramount support system through family, friends, fur balls and fellow blogging buddies via visits, phone calls, texts, emails and old fashioned letters.
When bad shit happens to good people, folks know how to rally.
I’m beyond lucky to have peeps that have my back – the kind of humans who give you hope when life is heavy.
The kind of dad who has to leave work early to take his grown kid to the ER and hear the things no father should have to hear on what should have been a typical Friday.
The kind of sister who flies down from Iowa within 24 hours, leaving her three year old twins (in the fabulous care of their father) to hold my hand and help my heart.
The kind of mom who comes in for a week and does almost everything except wipe my ass because I don’t know how to function (except for petting Teddy, of course – that comes naturally).
The kind of friends who can make any traumatic situation feel just a bit lighter.
The kind of friends who stay up late on school nights to comfort you.
The kind of friend who reminds you that you are, in fact, a fabulous person – but you still need to wash your hair.
The kind of friend who secures your mini manse surroundings.
The kind of friends who rearrange their family lives to spend time with you.
The kind of friends who can make you smile within seconds just because they know you’re sad.
The kind of friend who comes to slumber party because it’s too hard to be alone.
The kind of friend who flies to your rescue without even being asked.
The kind of friend who packs your favorite, unattainable-in-Nashville dip in his luggage to comfort feed you.
The kind of niece and nephew who can instantly console you with their hugs, even if they’re states away.
The kind of fur balls who know just when to maul you.
The kind of fur ball who never leaves your side for a second – no matter what you’re doing.
The kind of fur ball who further reminds you why he’s your best friend and constant life companion, giving you just what you need, when you need it.
The kind of people in your life who worry when you appear to be growing dreads.
The kind of people who demand you shower to remove said growing dreads.
The kind of people who check in daily, wondering where the in fuck your make-up, your sparkle and your happy has gone.
The kind of people who will do just about anything to help you start feeling a little bit like yourself again.
Thank you to all of those people. If you’re reading this, you’re one of them. And I love you.