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The Orphans

eloisel

eloisel

Forever Empress E
So, I screwed my courage to the sticking place
and met with the orphans today for lunch.
It was hard.
The meds have made my skin really dry.
Anything touches me and it leaves a scratch.
My left forearm looks like it has been run through a meat grinder.
Actually, it looks better today. Lubriderm is helping alot.
One nasty fever blister is left - crusty and gross,
with tiny remnants of the others still somewhat visible
on my ever so fair skin.
Then, there is the healing boo boo under my eye.
One of the pool ladies asked me what the other person in the fight looked like.
I told her they looked fine because they had won!
But, people think I've been fighting!!!!
No. I'm a lady. I only fight with mean and vulgar words when my opponent can't see me. And, I'm a pacifist. I'd never, ever hit anyone, ever.
I don't want people to think I look like this all the time - or even often!
Anyway,
I met with the ladies from the orphanage I lived at back in the late 60s.
I was a little kid then and really don't remember any of them.
They seem to remember me though.
They were really nice.
It was like meeting my long lost sisters - ones who really liked me
and don't want to do mean things to me.
I had a good time.
I'm looking forward to seeing them again.
 
That's okay, they probably didn't remember you either? I'm glad you had a nice time.
 
eloisel said:
So, I screwed my courage to the sticking place
and met with the orphans today for lunch.
It was hard.
The meds have made my skin really dry.
Anything touches me and it leaves a scratch.
My left forearm looks like it has been run through a meat grinder.
Actually, it looks better today. Lubriderm is helping alot.
One nasty fever blister is left - crusty and gross,
with tiny remnants of the others still somewhat visible
on my ever so fair skin.
Then, there is the healing boo boo under my eye.
One of the pool ladies asked me what the other person in the fight looked like.
I told her they looked fine because they had won!
But, people think I've been fighting!!!!
No. I'm a lady. I only fight with mean and vulgar words when my opponent can't see me. And, I'm a pacifist. I'd never, ever hit anyone, ever.
I don't want people to think I look like this all the time - or even often!
Anyway,
I met with the ladies from the orphanage I lived at back in the late 60s.
I was a little kid then and really don't remember any of them.
They seem to remember me though.
They were really nice.
It was like meeting my long lost sisters - ones who really liked me
and don't want to do mean things to me.
I had a good time.
I'm looking forward to seeing them again.
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The Orphans werent really an important gang. I mean Cyrus didnt include them in the gang conference and all, they didnt even know about it and all the could muster is one lame Molitov cocktail.
 
Well, there were no construction workers in sight,
however,
when we were taking a group picture
a cutie pie little waiter, thinking he was playing
with his co-workers
came over and put his arm around me, snuggled up close,
then tried to run off just before the picture was taken.
I grabbed hold of him and wouldn't let him go.
He has learned - don't make promises to an old woman
you don't intend to keep.
 
Gonad said:
That's okay, they probably didn't remember you either? I'm glad you had a nice time.
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They remember my sister more than they remember me. I think they've had pictures of me to look at all these years and I've not had any of them so they just didn't stay in my memory. They brought this huge photo album for me to look through. A few of the people in the pictures I have little memories of. One of the women I performed a violin duet on stage with and two other women I had as roommates but they were not able to come yesterday. Some of the people I recognized have died.

I'm just glad it worked out okay. They all stayed at the orphanage until they graduated from high school. They have fonder memories of the place than I do. To me, it was punishment.
 
Well, you have to remember my birth sister spent a great deal of our childhood trying to stab me with knives and pitchforks. It isn't hard to beat her in the sister department.

But, thanks, though. It is so weird because I was really kind of freaked out about seeing these people again. I've mentioned this before - they thought the orphanage was great and it was just a big ol' horror story to me.
 
I guess you had a Charles Dickens kind of experience at the orphanage.

When I was growing up I used to sneak through my parents paperwork hoping to find my adoption papers. Surely these people weren't really blood relatives!!

As for that skin -- try Emu Oil, or Squalane oil (the kind made from olive oil). Both work really well. The Emu Oil is healing and will work well on the boo-boo too.
 
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