Headache. Thank you for visiting. Will you kindly go away?

Dreams. If you must visit me nightly, please refrain from wreaking havoc on my Psyche. Last night when you gave me a white horse that the vet cut the four legs off of? I didn't like it. Not funny in the least.

Lonely days. Thank you for your extended stay. I have taken heed of your teachings, so will you please now take leave and allow me some meaningful companionship of the opposite sex? One man is sufficient. He must be a good man. Good looking man would be nice. People say looks don't matter - I say that's somewhat true - somewhat not. Two people must be attracted to one another, but each individual has their own measure of good-looking.

Friends. You have been away too long. Call me. No, I probably won't answer. Email me or text me. I'll roll it over in my brain for a while, then contact you. Don't be offended. It isn't intentional. It's just the best I can give.

Family. You have hurt me. Really. I try to get over it, and I do succeed. Then you return and do it again. I can't get past the devastation if you continue to pile it on. I'm sorry I'm sick with Lyme. This is my blog. I'll tell it from my point of view.

Lyme. Go away. Stay away. I don't need, nor want, your returned visits. You didn't even go away this last time. You're still here. You hurt. You have robbed me of so many years of my life which would better have been spent being a fun, happy Mom and Nana.

Society. Let it go. That's what you tell me. How can I walk on when you keep throwing it up in my face? Check the Bible. I think there are some instructional passages on the subject.

Karma. I almost left you out. Sorry. Remember when I was a little girl in those hills of Kentucky and we played in the rain and I poked those frog's eyes out then put them in that rain barrel? I've lost sleep over it. Can we please let that go now?

Sarcasm. Thank you for showing up in the nick-of-time.