Megan's Easter tableau:
My newest tableau, which I call "My Life From Now On":
I recently spent an unsatisfactory and wretchedly uncomfortable five days in the hospital because my doctor thinks the migraines that have been plaguing me for two months are actually strokes. Once I was rescued from the tangle of heart monitors, IVs, and blood pressure cuffs by my husband (my hero!) and allowed to go home, I began a regimen of medicines that necessitated the purchase of a second pill organizer just to keep everything straight. Preparing for a week of day and night medications involved an armful of bottles that kept escaping my grasp and rolling away from my reach. Despite my rather morose mood, I had to laugh at the ridiculousness of my situation - and was thus inspired to create my own unique tableau for everyone's enjoyment.
Worry not, readers! The tableau was quickly demolished and relegated to the hall closet... um, to be replaced by insurance paperwork I have to organize. Sigh.
8 comments:
I think you should add something Easter-y to your tableau, to spice it up a bit for the holiday weekend. Maybe an egg, or a spring of some local blossoming tree. It looks a little...medicinal, perhaps? Just a thought. ;)
And you ARE funny...but you also have the gift of laughing at others' jokes, even when THEY'RE not. That's a talent!
Uh...that would be "sprig." I never spellcheck when I type. Have you noticed? Oh, well..."spring" is better than writing "Mark" (the name of my sis-in-law's ex boyfriend) instead of "Michael" (the name of her husband) on her blog!!! (I DID fix it, though...whew.)
We have been so worried about you. I am glad that you are home, and I am hoping that things will be under better control now. We will keep you in our prayers!
Katie -- something about all this reminds me of Grandpa Bud! Remember the time when we all thought Maris had eaten one of his pills!!! Poor little thing ...
And on the "spring" v. "sprig" note, we had a funny one year. Jeff Tarr is out on sabbatical, and on his last day, Bridget brought in some baked goods to wish him "bon voyage." The first time HE tried to say it, it came out "boing voyage," so all day we were saying "boinging", picturing him hopping right out of her. He loved it - it's a new found skill for him - laughing at himself. But I'm an hold hand at it, so I've been teaching him well.
I will NEVER forget the day Maris "maybe" ate one of his pills! I don't think Maris ever forgot, either. Except that I was the one who cradled her in her favorite blanket to take her to the vet, and who was it whose lap she sat on the whole way home? Grandpa Bud's! How unfair was that?
Katie-- I have been trying to think of something really positive and uplifting about all the pills. And I've got nothing. I am glad that the doctor figured out what was causing your headaches, and all those pills will give you some relief.
And I find you hilarious, if it is any consolation.
:)
I am so sorry you have to deal with all that... I sincerely hope that the underlying problem is able to be resolved. Surely they don't think you will have to live on all those pills forever!? Although I can think of many worse things, like being lame and having no intellict or sense of humor or not having an awesome hubby. So since you've got those things, and your testimony, I guess you can probably deal with a few pills after all. Love you and hope you feel much better from now on! :)
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