Letters of Intent

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Spoiled kids? Spoiled spouse? Spoiled dinner? Are you cranky, tired, sick, tired of being sick and tired? Need to whine? Need to cry? Need to shout at someone...anyone? Maybe you need to shout out that you have a new arrival on the way, or that you are a fabulous writer of blog posts but for some reason your fabulousness just isn't well known (Brian). Well, now is your chance! Write it all out...in letter form of course. Tell us the who, what, when, where, and why of all the unhappy/glorious events of your week. Grab my button from the sidebar, write your letter, and link up at the bottom. I look forward to your Letters of Intent!

Dear Endocrinologist,

You have such a superb practice and have so much of my respect that you have earned two whole posts in which I discuss you. (Insert sarcasm here). I spoke highly of you yesterday. Ahem.

For the last six months I have struggled with extreme fatigue, my hair falling out in clumps, cold extremities, and weight gain. All of these are typical symptoms for someone with hypothyroidism. And with my normal medication, Armour Thyroid, being confiscated by the government I have had to use a synthetic drug to treat my symptoms. Fine, good, whatever. Let’s just get me the medicine I need in order to function properly.

Here’s the thing though. You have to prescribe me the equivalent dosage in the new medicine that I was taking in the the previous one! It’s amazing what tripling my dosage will do for me. Seriously? Triple? How could you make that kind of mistake? How could you let me live the last 6 months of my life in utter misery and not catch this mistake?

Not acceptable. Plain and simple.

From,

The woman who is now shopping around for a new endocrinologist.

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Dear Dad on Nolan’s Baseball Team,

You must stop looking at me as though I am a manic woman. Yes, I’m loud. Yes, I’ll jump up out of my chair and start helping in the dugout or on the field if I’m needed. Yes, I tell Chris (who is manager of the team) what to announce to the parents at the end of the game.

I have been at these Little League fields for a long time. And by long time, I mean I started showing up for games at these fields 13 years ago. So yeah, I feel comfortable enough to help out at the first game of the season. Especially at a T-ball game. Deal with it.

Chris and I are a team. He is a great coach. He can teach kids who have never even seen a baseball to throw one with great accuracy. Kids who have never held a bat will become a power hitter. He is not a details person. That would be my part of the relationship. So yes, you will hear me telling him the important things to announce to the parents at the end of the game. It doesn’t make me pushy or over-bearing. It just keeps the team rolling through the season. So please, don’t stare at me wide-eyed and slack-jawed as though I am supposed to be a meek woman on the sidelines. It just isn’t going to happen.

Sincerely,

The woman who who tells the coach where to be and when to be there so that he is present and accounted for during the season.

*I am working today. I promise to get to your letters and will leave some comment love as soon as possible this evening.