I have been seething all weekend about Tom Cruise’s upcoming appearance on Oprah where he is a giddy school girl talking about his new romance with Katie Holmes. I just think the whole thing is ridiculous and seems completely false. Why the need to blab to the whole world about it? I love how Katie Holmes hasn’t said a thing. It’s probably because he has brainwashed her. You know he’s a total controlling asshole. That being said, I will watch the whole thing and save it so I can watch it again when Erin Dolan comes to visit on Wednesday. She’s in town for business and is going to stay in town through Saturday. Nothing like a visit to a house with two little kids to remind you to refill your birth control perscription!
I digress. This morning I read this and Tom’s fate is sealed. He sucks. Specifically, Tom, says this “When you talk about postpartum, you can take people today, women, and what you do is you use vitamins. There is a hormonal thing that is going on, scientifically, you can prove that. But when you talk about emotional, chemical imbalances in people, there is no science behind that. You can use vitamins to help a woman through those things.”
Vitamins? Is that what you used to help you through postpartum, Tom? Is it? Oh, wait, that’s right. You haven’t had a baby. But you were in Top Gun so that’s basically the same thing.
It was a busy weekend around the Provost household and I sort of overdid it. I’ll get insane bursts of energy and try to get a million things done and then my body reminds me that it can’t handle it and shuts down. Last night about 7pm, I just hit a wall. We got Hadley and Finn to bed and I crashed. Slept well which is nice.
On Saturday I went to my monthly Lupus support group. There is a good thing about the group and a bad thing. The good thing is there is lots of information. The bad thing is there is lots of information. As most support groups, it is a forum for people to tell their story, gather information and feel validated. I just sometimes feel like it is a pissing contest as to who has the worst Lupus. “You think THAT’S bad, listen to this!….” The two women who run the group have had Lupus for 20 years or so. They are both divorced, a tad bitter, overweight and tired. While they are nice women, I am debating whether or not to return to the group. I’m sure it would be a good place to be when I’m feeling bad but I’m not and for the most part my personality is “acknowledge, move on”. I don’t want to sit around for hours talking about “my story” and what meds worked and what my chart numbers were and how bad my symptoms are. A lot of them were surprised and horrified that I didn’t remember my EXACT ANA levels or what my liver numbers were. I’m smiling because I just realized where I go this attitude. My mom had breast cancer about 8 years ago. When she was going through treatment I asked her why didn’t she join a support group and why didn’t she walk in the Race for The Cure. She said “Breast Cancer doesn’t define me. I just want to get rid of it and get on with my life.” At the time, I didn’t really understand. Now I do.
posted on Monday, May 23, 2005 9:20 AM