I've been suffering a mystery illness for a good month. Ughhh. I'm not a big fan of doctors because most of them treat the symptoms and not the cause, not to mention I'm one of the millions of American's without health care. With a combination of my general science/health knowledge and my hippie mother I try to overcome what most people go to the doctor for.
Being in bed all day today I was not ashamed at 22 years old that I needed my mommy, and I sought the mother bird. Mom picked me up, bought me some my favorite Thai soup, made me some of her special tea, fed me her hippie remedies, put on the reggae music and I'm feeling a bit better.
I sit here on Friday night, catching up on homework, since the past two days I was bed ridden, happy I'm feeling better and laughing at my current observation. Although, like every mother and daughter, my mom and I butt heads. But I can't deny the similarities of mommma trips and I, those main traits being our strong independence and love for solo time. She set her plans back a few hours to tend to me, which was to go to a concert with her boyfriend. He canceled and she doesn't bat an eye, and is out the door to go see Midnite. I love that.. and laugh because I would do that same.
Every guy I have dated, it is an absolute must that they understand my love for me time and my solo missions. Kinda funny my last blog was about me loving a solo Sunday night. It warms my heart to see some of the traits that make me who I am, in the person from where they came from.
xx freebird
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