Lady Kona, Nubian Imp & Tormentrix

Surgery and then there’ll be…

This time next week I’ll be waking up to my first full day with a big chunk missing.

Can I be more appreciative of SP, NC, KC, EM and AN? Getting to here, which today feels like one I should spend in my new (!!!) bed, has been…. I don’t know. I have no words. LOL!

Since my life seems to run in chapters — really — I’ve decided that this one is to be called “And Then There Were None”.

A really interesting foil foil to my situation occurred yesterday. Seems that one of the individuals that I have been engaged in passive conflict with is pregnant – which I figured out AGES ago. Confirmation is another thing. I looked at her with unblinking eyes as she talked about feeling distracted and how she can’t eat and how sick she feels in the morning and her level of fear and about how she felt having something growing in her body, etc. I sat with unblinking eyes. I made polite quasi-funny remarks.

Like me, she is gestating. Only, at the end of her time, she gets a prize. Actually we both get the same prize in different packages — LIFE. While I go to have my alien babies and their as yet unidentified friends eradicated along with the removal of their container… her babies — twins — grow within the confines if a body and support system that are invested in their survival. I look down at my body. It is larger than hers. She at four months me at what looks like six. Mine are ready to be harvested for scientific testing. Hers have more time to do in the oven – although I am assured that in her family they all seem to come before their time. I sit with unblinking eyes.

It made me think of Star Wars with the dark and the light side; two sides of the female reality coin. And then I got home last night after grueling five hours in the office to find Star Wars on TV. How ironic. Can I be Yoda? Small, powerful, and all muppet?