Newt news
Okay, okay… You know it’s been too long between posts when your friends start discussing you in third person. Like, at a wake. So, I’m going to pull myself up out of the muck and force something out of this brain of mine. It won’t be funny, or poignant, or inspirational. I doubt it’ll even be intelligible, and trust me - if I wasn’t typing - it wouldn’t be legible either.
A couple weeks ago I got bitten by something, some poisonous critter that left my right arm infected, which subsequently caused me to break out in hives all over my body. I thought, initially, that it was blood poisoning and so set about making my peace with God and man, but it turns out it was nothing as dire as that. It was pretty bad though, so don’t put the violins away yet. I was really sick, and on massive antibiotics, and no allergy medicine or itch cream could touch those hives, baby. I was in agony.
But… I got bettah. Except - for some slap-crappy reason - I’m depressed, and here it is the first day of autumn, my favorite season in the universe. No, it’s not because of Steve Irwin, God bless him… It’s just this general sense of malaise, and loneliness, mixed with a little hopelessness. Fun, huh? You should try it! (no! don’t.)
Jesse, the burgeoning psychology major, insists that 98% of my funk has to do with the fact that I’ve stayed in bed watching TV on dvd for two weeks straight, and that it’s about time I got off my ass and did something, preferably with a friend, but what the hell does he know? Newbie.
Yeah yeah YEAH, I know he’s right. You don’t have to shout.
Here’s a piece of happy news, though: Van has officially left Iraq, and is on his way home. He’ll be in Kuwait for a couple days, and then at Fort Bragg here in NC, but then will fly home. We don’t have an exact date or time yet. I’m not sure where he’ll stay, though I’ll have the family room set up for him if he wants to crash here. He has a million things planned, including a Zombie Gutz tour in November. He’s 21; his life is stretched out like the yellow brick road before him.
You know what? I’m going through a midlife crisis - that’s it. I’m 42 and I feel like my life is over. What’s WRONG with me? I need something to do, and I don’t mean another goddamn sudoku puzzle. Can I ask you a question? Do I sound bitter?
Well, the best thing about these potholes is that I never stay stuck for long; I’ll think of something to do to lift myself up again. BUT, I thought you guys deserved to know where I’m at. You’re gold, all of you, and I think of you often… I can’t believe I stumbled across such a batch of amazing people. I kiss you, each and every one - and don’t worry, I’m not contagious. Mmmuch. xo
September 21st, 2006 08:46
Kelly, Good to hear your voice last night even if it was a recording. Sorry to hear about getting bit, hope you get much better. I think the season is a reason for the depression, when it is grey and dark so much I slow way down. Or maybe Jesse is right, get up march down to the library and get some books and climb back in bed and let your mind travel, get some of the Crown Journey books and travel to Rome, Nantucket, Oakland, Portland or several other places. Is Zombie Gutz coming to the west coast. Take care Love ya, miss ya Rod
September 21st, 2006 09:05
Hooray for YOU! Good to hear you are contemplating LIFE again (maybe). We’ve missed reading the adventures of Kelly, et al. Your mom enjoyed the e-message, and I am so glad to hear Van’s in Kuwait on his way home. Bless you dear daughter. dad
September 21st, 2006 09:15
I love you.
September 21st, 2006 10:18
*Hug*
Depression is horrible. Get up, get out, do something. Do anything. Do as Camus did (or was it some other existentialist?) and go walking. Preferably up hills.
We don’t mind you not blogging - we all have our anti-blogging times. We get concerned when you haven’t commented in ages. And we miss your loveliness.
Small ray of hope - at least you had your mid-life crisis at 42. So you’re still young enough to change EVERYTHING if you want. My beloved mother went back to college at the age of 54 and it nearly killed her, it was so tough. But now she’s signing up for her doctorate! Despite being labelled “not academic” as a kid. She’s changed career a good few times and it’s always tough but once you get the kids out on their own, YOU start to figure out what YOU want. It’s a great time.
Love you Kelle-Belle.
September 21st, 2006 11:31
You’ll be fine. How do I know? Because you’re smart. Smart people are always fine. More importantly, though, you’re funny. Funny people are always fine. Most importantly, though, there’s this: You’re pretty. Pretty people are always fine in the end.
So, you know, it will pass.
Hello, Kelly.
September 21st, 2006 12:15
Greetings itchy one,
Scott’s comments are dittoed by me. They fit you.I’m with Jesse on the “ass outta bed” idea. As hard as it is to do, it works. Exercise does it for me. It gets my blood churling. Alright then, we have that established. Run out, buy some machine with Suzanne Somers picture on it and you’ll be all pumped up in no time. Maybe in more ways than one.
September 21st, 2006 14:53
Sorry to hear that you’ve been feeling under the weather and a tad depressed.
I had the same symptoms as you, illness wise, when I got stung by a scorpion when I lived in AZ. It hurt, a lot, and also ended up getting infected.
I hope you’re on the mend and I’ here to tell you, from the advanced age of 43, that some things get better with age…like having grown up children that don’t require a babysitter any more.
September 21st, 2006 16:42
It’s so good to hear your voice.
Frankly, I’m SO thankful we don’t have to see the hives. I never know what to do with people who have hives… you know, the ones where they mysteriously appear out of nowhere when someone is doing public speaking or some other stress inducing activity? Are you supposed to look at them, or pretend like you don’t notice them? Should you say something? Or just go on about your day as though it were perfectly normal for people to have large red bumpy patches appearing suddenly? It’s SO uncomfortable. And I like to avoid uncomfortable social situations at all costs.
I know - yours weren’t that kind of hives.
But still. It’s probably good that you weren’t posting.
So you’re back.
Glad to see it. (Now that the hives are dying down.)
September 21st, 2006 16:57
Hey there Kelly. I’m sorry to hear of the malaise. Sorry to hear of the bite too. Charles got bit on his right big toe by what we assume was a spider and it was all swollen and he cursed his luck. I got attacked in Japan by every mosquito known to man and I hated it, but it was worth the trip.
Oh, also, Charles and I have been watching TV shows on DVD (or downloaded) most of my trip. We’ve caught up on Stargates (both), Grey’s Anatomy, Arrested Development (sweet!!), some of Scrubs and Garden State. I feel like I’m missing one. It has been lovely. So I think Jesse is totally wrong!
September 22nd, 2006 13:07
I like smooches and I like you. Sorry to hear bout the poisoning! Eep. Nothing like a good poisoning … or something. Mostly I’m very glad for you heart that Van is coming home.
September 24th, 2006 14:21
you were POISONED and you didn’t write about it?!?
I hope that you are okay, and that you will at least write a short story about the whole affair.
September 25th, 2006 00:32
Kelly, do you have a doctor’s note for that poisoning?
I always hated it when employers asked for doctor’s notes when I had to miss work due to sickness.
“If I could drag my butt out of bed and far enough away from a bathroom to go to the doctor, don’t you think I would have been at WORK?!!!”
So, glad that you are feeling better. YIKES! about the bite. My mom has been trying to convince me to move to the Southern US since she started living there, and in the next breath she is telling me about the scorpion she found on her pillow, or something. Gee, wonder where I live in Alberta, where the most poisonous critter we have is a garter snake?
Sorry for the long comment. I was in a funk not long ago. I hate funks. Visiting with friends and starting a few new projects helped a lot.
Love ya!
September 25th, 2006 00:34
Um, I meant “why I live in Alberta.” Oops.
September 25th, 2006 07:41
According to Australian Statistics, the life expectancy for women is 84 years. So, Australia reckons you have HALF your life ahead of you.
I spent $400.00 on a four day holiday and I didn’t want to come back ^_^ . What did I do? Aah, you’ll just have to wait and read what we packed into 4 days.
September 25th, 2006 07:43
I forgot to state the the underlying message : GO ON A HOLIDAY! (Get Van to foot the bill
).
September 25th, 2006 12:07
I’d kiss you, even if you were contagious. That’s how great I think you are.
Am sorry you were not well. But now you are! Or mostly! are. Which is good. : ) And also, hurrah! for Van coming home. And also, it’s ok to have a mid-life crisis. I’ll come over and we can watch t.v. on dvd until we both melt into the couch. Or we can just hit heather anne with the frisbee. Either is good with me! ; ) smooches.
September 26th, 2006 14:28
Awww I’ve missed you! You know, you could’ve pretended that it WAS blood poisoning and that medical science saved you….but still, sounds no fun at all.
What I hope WILL be fun is having your firstborn back safe where he belongs. Wonderful news
September 27th, 2006 11:22
I love when people get poisoned. Not that I wish anything bad on you. Good God never. But you have to admit, getting poisoned has good entertainment value. Except food poisoning, which is usually brought on by one’s self, and then you just look stupid. Not that I’ve had food poisoning. Much.
October 2nd, 2006 20:37
Also, I miss you. Can you come sit on my couch with me and watch nonsense television and talk to me about the mysteries of life? : ) Oh, and also! I am sending you a picture of Spike in real life. I know! Get pumped! Love you KelBell.
October 6th, 2006 10:21
Hi Kellicious! Just got back online and I feel like I may never catch up! I’ll be hanging around, trying to get up to speed on what is happening your way. Just now sending lots of love your way. Kiss kiss.
October 7th, 2006 10:11
I beleive it is time we start speaking of this person in the third person. I wonder if Kelly’s son Van made it home to visit with his mother? Did Kelly’s husband return from Nantucket? Has Kelly just decided to crawl into her bed and stay there watching Angel and his other DVD friends? How is Kelly’s daughter Torie doing in high school? Has Jesse set up his own office for therapy and what number do I call to make an appointment? Has Kelly picked up a book and read even a few pages?
Hopefully stay tuned to this same blog for the answers. Hi Twyla welcome back.
October 9th, 2006 16:34
I was thinking the same thing, Roddy… just two days later than you did.
Do you think Kelly discovered that her mysterious bite gave her super-powers and she’s been off saving the world? Or perhaps she finished her book and is in New York striding purposefully from publisher to publisher trying to sell it… or maybe Scott came home and they took off on a motorcycle into the sunset.
At any rate, I miss her.