Writing prompt… What are you most looking forward to in life?

What am I looking forward to the most in life? Hmm… I really don’t have anything specific to look forward to, but actually many things. I look forward to each day that we can go without having to struggle financially. I look forward to each day that we have no health problems. That’s the main thing I look forward to. The rest is just secondary.

I look forward to doing a small trip to Reno in the spring. I look forward to going shopping at our favorite stores. I look forward to good books and movies. I look forward to continuing the house’s improvements. I look forward to my writing projects. I look forward to learning new languages and more of the ones I’ve already studied. I look forward to my current and future friends. I look forward to my current and future pets. I look forward to learning new things, even if they are trivial things I can never actually use to my benefit.

Writing prompt… Leaf through magazines and cut out random images to use as prompts.

I don’t have any magazines so I will just randomly browse websites and discuss what comes to mind with the first couple of pictures I see.

The first one shows what I assume to be a married woman and man posed with a boy and girl who I also assume are their children. To be honest, old-fashioned stereotypical images like this annoy me. I mean this is just so in the past. Sure there are still some couples who happen to be married that have a daughter and a son. But it’s not the “norm” society once fixated upon. As anyone with any degree of intelligence knows, there are no “norms,” especially these days. Unmarried couples are just as likely to have a boy and a girl as marrieds are likely to have no kids as a single Mom is likely to have 1 kid or even 4 kids. There simply are no “norms.” In some cases some things may be a little more common – hey it’s more common not to be born with a missing limb – but norms themselves are basically a joke.

Another image I see is that of a few cops and sadly, the first words that come to mind are “abuse” and “corruption.” I resent the media just as much as cops in general, not only because they tend to lie and exaggerate, but also because they tend to focus only on what the people want to hear. Police brutality affects ALL races. ALL races.

As studies have found, many cops have chosen their profession so they can act out their aggressiveness, and believe me, they don’t care who or what you are. They know they have more power than you do, they know they can get away with it, and that’s enough for them. They don’t give a damn about race, nationality or gender. It’s all about power to them and all they need to abuse is another human being. The only difference between police brutality against blacks as opposed to whites is that the blacks are the ones getting the media coverage.

Writing prompt… Look through your photographs and choose one to write about.

I see a picture of my mother when she was just ten years old hanging out with her own mother. This is way back in 1940 or so. The two of them appear to be enjoying each other’s company and very happy and carefree. When I first saw this picture it evoked feelings of surprise within me because both of them were notorious for being cold-hearted, abusive bitches. They hated each other and they hated just about everybody else in the world, too.

The first thing I said to my sister, who gave me the picture a few years ago after our Mom died, was that it was awfully hard to picture those two being as close as they appear to be in the photograph. Funny how things change, huh?

A letter came in the mail from my old endocrinologist saying that she was moving to Southern California and all her patients were going to be turned over to their primary physicians. Technically, one with Hashimoto’s disease does not need to see an endocrinologist. A primary care doctor can treat it just as easily. They can write prescriptions for the necessary medications just as easily, and they can send them to the lab for blood work, as well as for ultrasounds. So if I had remained with Sutter, I wouldn’t have been stuck with Dr. D forever.

I still miss Dr. C at times, but as Tom said, I was horrible under her care. It was so true, too. It’s like she knew what she was doing but she didn’t. She just didn’t get me, and she hadn’t had enough experience with patients yet, but I suppose there was some good in her. The way she initially handled me when I got all stressed out was great, and of course it’s hard to forget being told you’re beautiful by one who was even more beautiful than I was when I was young and skinny, haha. The only boring body part that I could see was her eyes.

But when you get all that out of the picture, you have a doctor who definitely didn’t see the big picture where I was concerned and who wanted to resort to ridiculous remedies and solutions that weren’t necessary. I needed less medication, not a shrink. I also still wish she had done my toe right the first time around, too.

I swear, though, God really, really does find a way to get the hotties out of my life relatively quickly. The pattern’s obvious. As soon as I have a crush on someone or I really like someone for some reason, He makes sure that circumstances come up so that I never see them again. They move. We move. We change plans. Anything to get me away from the hotties. I can sit and stare at her picture on my computer, but that’s not the same as actually seeing her (or other hotties) in person and actually talking to them.

Meanwhile, Dr. A is just there and I can’t imagine being hot for Dr. O just based on her picture, so I’m sure I’ll be with them for many years to come.

In the end, though, personality and competence are always more important than looks. Still… it would be a nice bonus if something good looking can stay in my life for more than a year.