Sunday, February 21, 2010

Sex

Lately ... wow! Simply wow!

'Nuff said ...

Saturday, February 13, 2010

My love/hate relationship with the phone

When I was growing up and my sisters were all teenagers, my dad would time their phone calls. Especially my oldest sister, K. There was a 3-minute limit, timed using a small egg timer in the shape of an hourglass. K. would pace back and forth around the phone and talk-talk-talk-talk-talk. I don't ever recall my other sisters talking as much as K. did on that phone.By the time I was in high school, all my sisters were out of the house and the phone restrictions relaxed. I guess there were times that I spent hours on the phone, but nothing memorable comes to mind.

I moved out on my own when I was 24. Of course, that means you have your own phone. I just don't remember much about it. I know that when I moved to Northern California, I must have spent time on the phone with my mom, but really the only thing that comes to mind is that I would spend hours on the phone with my sister K and we would "shop" by watching QVC together. Weird, huh? In the meantime, my job was in "client services", which is a fancier way of saying customer service. It was before the days of email, so much of time every day was spent on the phone. I even had a headset so that I didn't have to cradle the handset against my shoulder and get a daily neck ache. I was on the phone for hours every day with clients, sales reps, vendors ... the list and the calls were never ending. I think that was the beginning of my dislike of the phone.

Nowadays, I rarely talk on the phone. I'd much rather "talk" via email. I can gather my thoughts, I can do it on my time and if my mind wanders ... which it does, frequently, when I'm on the phone ... no one knows. I have sort of ADD thing going on when I'm on the phone. I instantly multi-task. It's horrid, I know, and so unfair to the person on the other end of the call, but I can't seem to help it. Thus, I'd rather email. Sometimes I do try and call people, usually when I'm in the car (no worries, I use hands-free in the car), but I think I do that so that I have a definite ending to the call. When I get to my destination, it's over. But face it, I rarely call.

This is my communication hell, I think. I don't communicate well. I overshare on certain issues, but I rarely share on what goes on in my head and heart. Maybe I don't like to think about what goes on in my head too much. Hmmm ... I guess my therapist knows that, too. She pushes to get me to communicate better, but it's an uphill battle. Well, that's what I pay her for. Sometimes I think I'm really fucked up, but then I just tuck that thought away and go on. I don't like to do the introspection thing too much. Guess I'm afraid of what I'll find.

Hmmm ... from phone calls to therapy. Interesting segue.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Sick and Tired

It's been a while since I last posted an entry. I've been sick with the flu for the last two weeks. Dreadful. I haven't been this sick in a few years, so I guess it was my turn in the flu lottery ... what a winner. I'm just getting over the whole thing now, after having had fever, congestion, aches & pains, and finally that awful cough. I've coughed after being sick all my life. I think it started when I was about 5 or 6. I had a bronchial type of cough, the horrendous kind that makes you sound like you're hacking up a lung when you get a bad bout. I remember my dad waking me up in the middle of the night to place a cold, wet handkerchief around my neck. Home remedy, I guess. I think it seemed to work, but who knows? I don't wear one now. Now I try and medicate myself into oblivion when I cough. Codeine-laced cough syrup doesn't seem to do it for me anymore, though. *sigh* That's too bad. I didn't have a decent night's sleep for over two weeks this time, due to that damn cough. I even spent a few nights asleep in the recliner, so that I wasn't laying flat. Laying flat just exacerbates the coughing problem. I know .. boo hoo, poor me. Well, when you're sick you really only want to lay in your own bed, but that wasn't meant to be. Now I am back in my own bed and it's like a little slice of heaven.