SURVIVORS.
Kate Middleton, hyperemesis, and me.
There are Holocaust survivors. There are breast cancer survivors. There are Survivors on TV. And now, brought to you by the Globe & Mail’s Stephanie Nolen, there are HYPEREMESIS SURVIVORS.
But
to go all the way from the tragic to SURVIVOR LITE: There’s ME. What have I
survived, you ask. After searching my humdrum life, I offer you this list. I
have survived
CATCALLS
from construction workers who did some risky footwork on the scaffold to praise
my boobs. I know. I’m talking about another era, when men had the nerve to
notice women’s boobs out loud.
I
survived
HIGH
HEELS -- although they didn’t always survive me. As in when I fell down the
stairs at the Bluma Apple Theatre and broke the heel of my shoe. Since I was
visibly pregnant at the time, the management worried. Not about me, but about a
potential law suit. I was practically carried to my seat. The shoe was returned
to me at intermission, with the heel fully rehabilitated. The baby, in case you
are interested, kept his cool and stayed put until due. I wonder: if he
develops a phobia for stilettos, can I still sue the theatre, or is there a
statute of limitations?
I
survived
THE
HEARTBREAK OF PSORIASIS. Watch the classic Denorex commercial on YouTube so you
can fully appreciate my suffering. I’ll save you the rest of my heartbreaks, or
family members will sue me for loss of privacy.
I
survived
PETS
my children foisted on me. Sometimes THEY survived, too. Like the gerbil that
escaped when I cleaned his cage and slipped into the heating duct. Luckily for
him it was summer and he re-emerged eventually, dusty but alive.
I
survived AIR CANADA food.
I
survived MY OWN COOKING during the first year of my marriage when I finally
came to realize what my mother had been doing in the kitchen all those years. Survival
hints: 1.Involve spouse. 2. Visit frozen food section in supermarket. 3. Order pizza.
I
know, I know. My list is pathetic, and I’m still on the bottom rung of survivors.
Come
to think of it: I’d like to keep it that way.
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