So this is my first blog entry…I’m a blogging virgin. I’ve always wanted to but thought this may be too self indulgent. But it’s 2am and I have insomnia because I had another first today. My first steroid injection for a herniated disc in my back. I don’t want to be a downer…I usually try to be hilarious in everything. It’s my mission in life to make my friends and husband laugh. But it’s been hard lately and I’m reaching out into the interwebs for support and a hope someone hears me.
I named this blog kimposition because I do want to give y’all my positions on things, but also because lately I’ve been an imposition on my family and friends. Oh, they will say no way; they love me; they want to help me. But I can see the weariness of Hubs face. And the disappointment in my kiddo’s voice and in friends’ eyes when I tell them I can’t do something because of my back. It’s been three years off and on. It’s been a month of constant pain this time. I’m hoping that this latest treatment will help. I hope I will wake up pain free someday.
So me…I’m a Southern born and raised who has been transplanted to Tulsa. People ask how I like Tulsa and Tulsans relate the city to the South. I’m here to tell you it’s the heartland, the plains, the beginning of the west, but it’s not the South. It’s a perfectly nice place to live. And I like it so far. But it ain’t the South, honey child. I know there’s many things than people don’t like about the South. And there are thousands of little things I miss. I miss people talking to me in line at the store for no particular reason. I miss SEC football. I miss my sorority sisters. I miss y’all in daily conversations. I miss the lilting sounds of the Southern accent from an older gentile lady. But mostly I miss my crazy family. I can call them crazy for two reasons: 1) THEY ARE and 2) I have the training to diagnose. I miss that I have distant cousins that have fish nicknames. And that holidays are “at the farm” and everyone knows when and where. And that they complain about it but suck it up because grandma and papaw miss us.
Although I am a therapist, I’m going to keep work out of this other than to say it can be stressful. Being ethically responsible, I won’t comment on readers problems or discuss clients or talk about the work I do. I wouldn’t be a good professional otherwise. I do tell you I’m a therapist because I want you to know I get how crazy, stressful and painful life can be. I also understand overcoming great problems and it brings me great joy to help others do this. Therapist friends that find their way here will know when I say our job is a unique undertaking. And I would hate to jeopardize that with a blog. So if you feel compelled to ask me a therapeutic question or comment. My blanket answer will always be to seek help in your area. Therapy works! I’ve seen it. Seek it out and help yourself.
So I’ve started the calculations of if I go to sleep now, I’ll get 4 hours of sleep. This is a game everyone plays when they can’t sleep. Also I’ve made my shopping list for the week. And my to do list for home. And now written this blog. Hope the next one is way more funny. And that you can understand my funny bone is sore. I want to be as awesome as the @thebloggess, @fuggirls and Jennsylvania. They are my blogging heroes. I hope I’m half as cool as them.
Good night and 3 hours 50 minutes if I go now.
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