With my mom’s illness in 2012 which resulted in her death, followed by my vision loss a few months later, then my husband’s cardiac crisis after that and next my father-in-law’s sudden passing, I’ve let some things go as far as my health checks but am finally getting everything poked and prodded and caught up.

I try to be careful on this blog about language and subject matter but today we are going there. And by “there” I mean Ladyville.

I had an appointment scheduled today for a Ladyville exam but had to cancel. I have been having problems with my knee and last week found out that I have an MCL tear and it’s going to take up to three months to heal. It’s swollen and painful and really, really angry. And because of this there is no possible way I can get into position for said assessment. How do I know this, you ask? Well, I tried it out last night on my bed before changing into my pj’s. Lucky for you, you don’t know what I look like and, therefore, you can picture a woman of your choice if you dare to imagine it at all. As I write this even I am picturing Kate Middleton. What? She is a mother of two and even royalty goes to Ladyville.

And there you have it: another installment of Sister Rain: TMI. 

I started my day with a cup of McDonald’s coffee (my favorite) that my husband went and got for me, and my new issue of People magazine. As I have previously written about, I can enlarge everything in the digital version to sizes that I can see. Click here for that post.

And after 11 pages of this . . .

I recently heard someone say they need time in their head and they aren’t sure that would be possible if they were a parent. Never having had children, I can’t be sure, but I’m thinking if you want kids you have them and like all else in life you figure it out as you go. But that’s not the part of what they said that interested me.

I immediately thought: I’m like that too — I am always in my head! I also could identify right away that I am there too much. Someone who isn’t in their noggin a lot probably wouldn’t have a blog about their life. And then: Someone not in their cranium very often may have handled vision loss better than I.

I analyze EVERYTHING. Then when I’m done, I scrutinize once again. It served me well when I was working in corporate America but maybe not so much in my current situation. Taking things with a grain of salt isn’t easy when you want to know the amount of granules and their individual sizes and where they came from and did they have a family.

Gosh, that sounds exhausting. No wonder I’m always tired.

I have always envied people who don’t over-think everything and I have imagined how different my life would be if “dancing through life” was my modus operandi. It sure seems as though things would be so much less difficult. But Socrates said the unexamined life is not worth living and my gut and not my head (for a change) is telling me he’s right.

In that last paragraph I referenced the Broadway musical Wicked and Socrates. That can only happens as a result of a good amount of contemplation which proves my point.

I’d like to think I could change and learn to ease up on all the deliberating but in order for that to happen, I’d have to mull it over. Just like Ancient Greece theater in Socrates’ day, this is both a comedy and a tragedy.