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Topic: Confused (08/16/07)
- TITLE: Daisy Dilemma
By Angela M. Baker-Bridge
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She thinks I’m, crazy?
“Dr. Browning, I don’t believe my ears. No way, keep your referral, and I won’t be back.” And, wipe that stupid grin off your face, miss know-it-all. Obviously, you don’t know anything-at-all! The nerve…
This receptionist is as incompetent as Dr. Browning is. Why’d I waste valuable months coming here? Judith. Yeah, Judith recommended Browning. She’ll hear from me tonight.
Where’d I park? I could scream. There’s my Benz. Doc wishes she had my life.
My parents were great. They worked all the time, were social-butterflies, always at church. Okay, they didn’t have time for us kids, but we managed by ourselves. I can’t blame dad for slapping mom when she’d bounce checks. She knew better. I’m also tired of Sis saying Uncle Benny tried to molest us. He was just playing a new game with us.
“Hey moron, what’re you waiting for? Unless you’re dead at that wheel, hit the gas!”
I hate when people make me wait at a green light. Yelling out the window works every time. Maybe he needs a shrink. Ha-ha-ha, I crack myself up.
Am I angry or shocked that she actually suggested a shrink... to me of all people!
She forgot who my husband is. Lousy lover though. What a mistake marrying him. Best nobody knows. I wonder why all his other relationships really failed. Ha, his “because I never loved them, you’re different Daisy, you’re my soul mate” routine sounds like crap. After all these years, I find out that no-good liar doesn’t even have a soul. It’s not my problem if he burns in hell. What a loser. Lucky for him his family’s loaded.
I can’t wait to get home and out of these pantyhose… had to be a guy wearing comfortable argyles and loafers who invented the darn things; did a woman test-market them? He’s stinking rich.
My kids will be rich. What a disappointment they turned out to be, if I’d have known before I had them, well. Not one of them could look like me? Oh, my silky blond hair, gorgeous blue eyes, lean, trim body with skin that loves to bronze… no, just overweight freckled-faced redheaded homely replicas of the in-laws. No wonder the in-laws have always been so jealous and hateful toward me. They’re a sick bunch.
Unbelievable! What’s that woman thinking? Jogging in public with those thunder-thighs… give it up sister. She’d kill for my thighs.
Oh God, did the brakes squeal? I hope the neighbors didn’t hear that. I’ve been telling him for weeks that I won’t drive an old dilapidated car; the Benz must be traded-in. This weekend, no excuses about his precious business. That loser husband never considers our reputation. This Benz is almost two years old. Honestly, where’s his pride? I have to think of everything. He needs the shrink, not me.
“Ladies, could you move your gab-session elsewhere so I can pull into my driveway? Yeah, I’m talking to you.”
She’d better be constipated... because that look can’t be intended for me. I’m the victim here. I have to get in the house and out of this insane world. No wonder my gut hurts. It’s idiots like that, NOT ME!
“Good you home Signora. The husband says he home early tonight so I fix nice dinner.”
She smiles too much. People like that freak me out.
“Thanks Maria. I need to rest and not be disturbed, comprende?”
Oh, for one normal person…
“Time to wake-up, Daisy! I’m here for dinner and you’re sleeping. Are you okay? How’d it go at the doctor’s?”
I can’t believe he’s home early. Ugh, I have to spend the whole night with him.
“It was draining. My pains confused her; they’re beyond her medical training and skills. At least she’s honest. It was traumatic hearing my suffering isn’t ending, but I prefer to know the truth*. At her insistence, I’ll search for a specialist.”
“Find the best, Daisy.”
“Tonight I just want to be with my wonderful husband and children. I love you all so much. I’m so confused, except for this pain, my life’s picture-perfect!”
“And Daisy, we’re all doing our best to keep it that way until you can see everything clearly**.”
Is he trying to reassure me? Sounds more like a threat… what a confused jerk.
*“Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free." John 8:32 (NIV)
**“You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye.” Matthew 7:5 (NIV)
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