An open letter to find My Last Nerve...

Dearest Last Nerve,

It's been some time since we shared a good crisis together and I miss your synaptic sizzle when life is being rapidly flushed down the toilet. I didn't appreciate you then, but now I know how much you really meant to me. You made me nice and toasty with high blood pressure when it was so drafty in our old house; you gave me rosy cheeks by singeing my little capillaries.

Oh, how I miss you and your silly antics. I didn't know you were my friend. I wish you would come back to me.

You've been replaced by a worrisome flood of adrenaline that just makes me ache all over and causes me to wake up at all hours of the night. You would be so pissed off if you could see how Cousin Adrenaline takes over. He is so pushy! His blood pressure joystick is out of control. You, dear Last Nerve, were thoughtful enough to not give me constant headaches and were kind enough to obey when BP meds were applied to control your naughty behavior. Cousin Adrenaline listens to no one! Not even Ace inhibitors...he finds a way around them all.

Oh, beloved, sweet Last Nerve, you came up with so many quips and comebacks that were so delicious and deserved and now I can only respond with Cousin Adrenaline's "deer-in-the-headlights" expression. I didn't know how clever you really were.

When this crisis is over, I hope you'll come back; however, if I'm living in a cardboard box, I won't feel animosity toward you if you decide to attach yourself to another central nervous system.

Missing you,
Teresa

p.s. this blog is on hiatus until I can get a grip...don't hold your breath :-)