Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Bring me the toothless


Going back to work was very nice until noon, then I just wanted to go home and sleep.  It was very tiring to have to think so hard all day.

I got on the scales this morning for the first time in months.  I let out a string of words that left me embarrassed from having heard them.  I must do something about this. The weight that is.  Damn.

Sober daughter text me last night to say she had gone 24 hours without any type of pain reliever and although she still can't really see out of that eye, she is no longer afraid that it will fall out.  Now it is time to face the OB/GYN to find out why she had 2 bad pap smears and why they said it was imperative that she come back immediately.  "Immediately" has passed but she had to take the emergencies in the order they arrived.  Thankfully, God has the same list we do so he knows what's next and will show up right on time for this as well.

My husband has been working diligently on taking apart an old sewing machine, piece by piece.  I am trying to arrange the parts in a large shadow box to go with my metal art pieces.  This is the year that I am going to attempt to interest someone in buying them.  How I'm going to do that, I don't know yet.  I'm also going to sell a very nice ring that I've had hidden in my pantie drawer.  I got it 25 years ago in a dope deal. I'm guessing the heat is off by now.

Tonight is my home group meeting so it will be a long day but I look forward this meeting because it's in a high dollar rehab with lots of bewildered people to listen to.  I don't sponsor many women from this particular hospital because I scare them I think.  Hell, give me the toothless, the shoeless, the desperate.  Those are the women I like to work with. Those are the ones who want to hear about the grace of God and life changing steps.

8 comments:

Kary May said...

Money can make too many other things better so it's easier to ignore "the problem."

Mary LA said...

My kind of people too, the toothless, the shoeless, the desperate. That's what I was like.

My daughter is in my thoughts --

Mary Christine said...

I think those people need a lampshade as well as love.

It is nearly impossible to work with someone who isn't desperate.

Syd said...

I am glad that you know and have found your tribe, Pam. I love you for that.

dAAve said...

"I'm guessing the heat is off by now."

That made me LOL.

camijm said...

I love the honesty you share - something I am having to learn in sobriety. Many times, I'm just smiling while nodding my head. Thanks!

Kristin H. said...

This reminds me of something I once heard a speaker share:

"That gOd goes to the least of His children to do the most work, so that they may recognize him."

You are a Godsend.

Annette said...

In my work the people who are just "regular folk" or have nothing are the most appreciative and kind. I love working for them. The wealthy are something else entirely different. Kind of a similar dynamic I think. Glad you are there for the ones who are desperate. Can you imagine if no one was there to reach out a hand? You are a blessing!