Apparently having a blog means that you’re expected to update the content more than once. This is really going to be a lot of work. I don’t know if I can handle the pressure. I’ve received more than a few harassing emails, telling me that they aren’t mad, just disappointed that I haven’t written more in my snarky pseudo-memoir of a life on hold.
Perhaps I should explain my blog title. “My regularly scheduled life...”
At one point, my big excuse for not starting a blog was that I didn’t have a snappy title. Great excuse. Then one day it came to me in a flash of inspiration and I thought that I was so unique and brilliant and it was going to be the launching pad for my intellectual musings that kept me busy during this whole transplant-thingy that I have going on. And then I googled it. Damn.
The internet can be such a self-esteem killer sometimes. I guess it’s a phrase that has been whispered into other’s ears by some shitty muse. Probably the same guy every time, recycling the same sentence because that’s as good as it gets for him. Damn, even my muse is lazy. It’s kind of like that time I thought I was extraordinarily brilliant when I came up with the idea for a Breathe tattoo, until I found out, four years after permanently scrawling it on my body that every damn CF kind with a hint of rebellion in their blood had the same killer idea. But regardless, I decided that I was cute and smart in my choice of title and I would go forward.
My regularly scheduled life is, I hope a fairly obvious play on “and now back to our regularly scheduled program.” It’s something anyone with a television has heard any time their favourite show gets interrupted by some obnoxious breaking news story or weather bulletin. It means that something that you were previously enjoying has been hijacked for some seemingly important but generally annoying reason that will soon pass and the show will go on. For the past year and three-quarters, my life has been commandeered by my need for second-hand lungs and the regular life of a 20-something year-old girl has been rudely put on hold. I was enjoying that life too, dammit.
Someday soon this adventure will be behind me and I can go back to my life, get a house, go to work, get a pet, go to movies, run errands without having to lug around extra equipment and just generally be free to re-enter society as a normal girl once again. By the time I’m ready, I will be in to my 30s. I guess we will return to my regularly scheduled life, already in progress.
Well put Carly. BTW...Can I have a post named after me?
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