Life in the Lowcountry


I need help. In the North Carolina area, please.
June 24, 2007, 9:30 pm
Filed under: HELP

If anyone is familiar with Lupus, please write me and give me some direction as to where to go for more information. I need support groups for those diagnosed with it, those supporting the diagnosed and those who have been through this all. Please help me support my family member.



Kids Questions
June 19, 2007, 8:01 pm
Filed under: Birds and Bees, Life

My loyal reader sent me an email today describing a situation where his 9 1/2 year old son asked him what a “ba-gina” was. He immediately took full responsibility of the situation and told his son, “Go ask your Mom. I’m sure she knew someone once with one.” And then it was decided by his wife (and wisely so) that he should have the Birds and Bees talk with #1 Son. His quandry to me was why it would be so good for him to give that TALK when as a young lad, he’d never been given the talk. I’m paraphrasing here but he said that his parents bought a 4 volume set on reproduction and told him that he need only look at it IF he wanted to. Then said 4 volume set was placed on the highest part of the bookshelf, faced flat with a 15 lb. globe of the world anchoring it down. Oh, and they were sandwiched between the Boy Scout Handbook and a Large Print Version of the Bible.

I had a very similar non-talk about sex when I was young and until my friend shared his experience of non-talk I had all but forgotten about it. Well, that’s not entirely true and I’ll explain why later. So here’s a recap of my childhood up to the big NON-TALK.

I tended to get strep throat. A lot. I had chronic strep and got my tonsils taken out in 4th grade. I got home from the hospital, ate lots of ice cream, recovered, went back to school and before the week was done I had strep throat again. Exasperated, Dr. Cooper (my pediatrician and a wonderful Doctor) said to me, “How in the world can you have strep throat? You don’t have a throat!” Another dose of amoxicillin for the child. Another thing I liked to do as a child (and a habit that hasn’t left me yet…God knows it maybe should have after what comes next) was to read! I couldn’t get enough. My 3rd grade teacher put a challenge to us to read as many books as we could over the summer and my best friend (Ruth Ann) and I read non-stop. We pushed each other to read the most books in our grade and we did. I can’t remember the exact number but it was close to 250 books. We’re not talking Tolstoy but they weren’t Dr. Seuss, either.

Back to the story. I was recovering, again, from strep throat. Anyone who’s ever had it knows how painful it is. Not being able to swallow without it feeling like you’re gargling razor blades or sharp glass is not fun to say the least. Mom felt some pity for me, I’d just gotten out of the hospital less than a week before and so she let me “recover” in my parent’s room where the TV was. I literally climbed up into their bed (king size, 4 poster, up high off the ground) grabbed my teddy bear, my pillow and sunk down beneath the covers to sleep. In walks Mom with a book in hand. She sits on the bed beside me and asks, “How are you feeling, Boots?” I just looked at her and with what I think was a remarkably adult response I said, “Like doo-doo.” She knew I was feverish and tired and so she placed the book on the bedside table and said, “When you feel up to it, read this. If you have any questions, let me know and I’ll try and answer them.”

HELLO. My curiosity got the best of me. Mom had given me lots of books to read before but not one where she thought I may have questions SHE’D need to answer. What could this one be? She’d left the room, gone downstairs to do some laundry or watch her stories (The Young and the Restless) and I turned towards the nightstand. I picked up the book and read the title, “Where Did I Come From?” with some subtitle that I can’t remember. It was longer than a pamphlet but shorter than a TV Guide. There were helpful hints about pronunciation of anatomy and one in particular struck me. (Plus I felt I had to ask a question to make Mom know that I read this and was fully comprehending what I read. Her book was valuable to me and my knowledge.) “Vagina rhymes with Carolina. ” ‘Is that so?’ I innocently asked. ‘Yes, Dear. IT rhymes with Carolina.’



Raw
June 9, 2007, 11:27 pm
Filed under: Life

This could be the downfall of me but that wouldn’t be funny. So let me say this is just me, raw. Peeled down, no barriers. And that would be false, because all I am is a full out barrier wall building machine. HA! gotcha! Read my blog! It’s not boring! XO – o2bsailn