Moth Holes




I love to watch crime TV.

Also deep hospital drama like GREY’S ANATOMY.

Something about human nature inside core vulnerability locks my attention in.

Closer to pure, I guess.

Yesterday I was taken to the hospital for the first time in my life.

For Real.

Sitting up and petting Emma one moment then my whole body began to go numb.

Top to bottom numb.

Total body asleep while awake.

Thankfully I have a MEDICAL ALERT button which I slowly witnessed myself activating.

I’ve always imagined the cute young uns’ (EMT guys) entering my bedroom and seeing a languid slice of loveliness waiting to be rescued.

As it stood last nite I had few clothes on and languidity was in very short supply.

“Would one of you please find my phone?”

Cutest guy comes back with weird look on his face: “THIS is your phone?” he says incredulously holding up my backless flip phone.

I can not move. Or even enjoy the moment with a smile.

Could have been a cute flirty moment.

My wrists are crossed nicely across my chest in the ambulance.

THERE ARE MOTH HOLES IN THIS CASHMERE SWEATER I just today excitedly pulled out of stored winter clothing to wear.

I AM SO UNCOOL!! MOTH HOLES!!! OMG Cathy, I cant believe you are thinking these stupid things.

There is a HOLE IN MY SOCK TOO!!!!!!

None of the cutiepies are paying any attention to me as I lay over here catatonic in the ambulance..

Even after hours lying alone (sent my good friends home..bless their compassionate hides) in the hospital room

No one looks at all worried about me except me. No one know what is going on. They are more interested in everything but me. I guess that is good. Perhaps I won’t die tonight.

Mucho hours later I was sent home still feeling acute rigor-mortis in my limbs.

Today, my body is slightly behaving.

I found a little brown box on my desk saying: RASPBERRY MACAROONS.


My friend sent me a care package and I just saw RASPBERRY MACAROONS in the dim light and proceed to stuff them in.

Those yummy cookies were cannabis edibles!!

For the past two days I have been TRIPPING on macaroons.

Ok..laugh your heart out people…

I give thanks for re-claiming my beloved, unadulterated consciousness.

I bow to you, O increasingly drug free Cath.

xx and gratitude to you all on Thanksgiving…your moth-holey, uncool friend


7 Responses to “Moth Holes”

  1. Rita Kindl Myers on November 26th, 2015

    I don’t know what to say. I am smiling now, but earlier I was stricken with shock, fear and sadness. Then I laughed, a good hearty one.Thanks!

  2. SHARON ROSE on November 26th, 2015

    Always COOL , always !! So happy that this is behind you. I can smile now too, I was in high gear help mode….relaxing again knowing my dear friend is still with us and is her warrior self….xoxoxoxo

  3. ellen fox on November 26th, 2015

    That happened to my friend who has Parkinsons. He ate all these brownies and his wife had to take him to the hospital and was freaked out.

    I found a urologist here who apparently knows about IC. It’s Eric Anderson. I hear that he is very nice.

  4. Jeff on November 27th, 2015

    Sad, happy, laugh. Hmmmm….reminds me of WMU and Valley 3.

  5. gerry harty on November 28th, 2015

    Girlfriend,you are freaking brilliant!!! everytime you outdo yourself and this is the best of the best!!! xoxo

  6. Debra Moody on November 30th, 2015

    CATH!!! You silly, lovely of all loveliest ladies, you! Man-o-man, you really put a new twist on “What a long, strange trip it’s been”! Wow…it’s one thing to be ready for that kind of “travel” but another to just nosh on macaroons and KAPOW! Remind me to tell you a story about Oreo’s sometime…

    We are stardust. We are golden. And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.

    Glad you and Em are okay.


  7. Joe on December 2nd, 2015

    Just what you needed. Gotta watch those well meaning Alice B. Toklas friends. Want me to “talk” to them?

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