Sometimes it seems easier for people to tell you how to live. For them to make decisions for you, so that there is no doubt or question. If people constantly question the way you live, or they knock you down for enjoying the things you do, why bother? And that thought is one of many which can contribute to depression, often making it much worse than it should be
And what about the old suggestion of eliminating the toxic from life? What if the toxic is within your own household? How do you deal with that? How do you continue living under those circumstances? Do you just take an I don’t care attitude, and just go through the motions? Do you consider starting over for the sake of your own sanity and happiness?
There comes a point in one’s life to weigh the pros and cons, deciding whether or not the suffering is worth it.
There once was a gal from the ‘ville
Whose only good tool was a quill
She dared not go out
From her hideout
Unless her mug needed a fill
There’s nothing like getting a phone call 5 minutes after you peel your eyelids open, while you’re on the throne – from your kid who’s at work … all the way across town. Due to the nature of the ’emergency’, I had to drive – something I don’t like doing unless it’s within 5 miles of my house, and not on the interstate. Continue reading
Never in 35+ years have I ever encountered a defective feminine product – until today. It was one of those almost moments. Thank goodness I’m an observant consumer. My lady bits might’ve suffered some undesirable consequences. Sorry, guys. This is a PSA for all the ladies out there who use anything to keep their nether regions clean and dry.
Side note: Men should also be mindful. Incontinence isn’t just a female thing. And what about diapers? Parents, take note! Always inspect diapers before putting them on your little ones. It only takes a few seconds.
Have you ever thought that something could be lurking in a sanitary napkin or a pantyliner? Have you ever looked? I’m not talking a quick glance to make sure everything is free of … whatever might be on the surface. I mean holding it up to the light to be sure nothing is in the middle of the innards, where moisture is trapped.
Today was one of those days where I just had a feeling, and held a freshly opened liner up to the light. Low and behold, there was something in the middle – as if I were spotting. Except I don’t spot, because I no longer have a uterus.
I thought maybe I was seeing things, so I turned it around and saw the same thing. Mind you it was a few small spots in the inside, but they were there, and I wasn’t going to use it. At first I thought maybe it was a bit of moisture from being stored under the bathroom sink. But since they’re individually wrapped, there’s no way it could’ve been exposed to any water droplets.
In the trash it went as I proceeded to rip open a different one.
Someone needs to have talk with quality control at Kimberly-Clark.
Who doesn’t have them? For some, trust issues go far beyond being betrayed. In my case, my body can’t be trusted. Especially today. Continue reading