My team at DF is always trying to convince me to ‘talk’ with a mental health professional. They think I’m on the verge of something.
I always shrug them off. The only mental health pro at DF I have met talked to me like I had one foot in grave, and kept repeating how amazed she was at my bubbly attitude. All I can think is that she must see mostly end-stage cancer patients.
(Which reminds me, get some blowing bubble mix…)
Last night I was chatting with Jenn, talking about how she sees the blog in blue (and if you see the blog in blue, you too have some sort of issue because the blog is WHITE), and for some reason I mentioned that DF keeps telling me I need mental health, that they want me to “talk” with someone. I always argue that I’ve been doing this cancer thing for three years, I think I have it under control.
Jenn points out, “You do talk to people. You blog!”
I giggle.
I do share just about everything I’m going through, and even try to convey my funny humor in the process. If you don’t think I’m funny, imagine me reading the blog out loud in the voice of Miss Piggy or while sucking on some helium.
So now that I’ve declared all the readers of this blog my “Mental Health Team” (I’ll work on t-shirt and name tag designs later…), give yourself a pat on the back. There is no pay raise coming, so you’ll have to be happy with a self-pat. If you happen to see me, you can ask for your pat in person.
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Oh Yum!
Aren’t we all in pursuit of perfect pizza??
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/story/2010/03/02/ST2010030201126.html?sid=ST2010030201126
Thanks Jenn!