Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale...

I seem to have a lot of issues with anger these days. And seeing as I’m trying to reduce my BP, I need to figure out what is going on. To that turn, I ran across an ex of mine. She is doing well, and I found a current photo of her. I found myself starting to itch around the neck, usually means I am getting angry. For no reason, I have not seen this woman since I lived in Vegas, and I was mad at her. Some 15 years later and I am still mad… This is not right.

Why am I mad at her, well she did not treat me well, and I did not ask her to treat me better so it is my fault I took it. She does not owe me money, she did not “ruin” my life. Why do I carry a grudge? Why do I even care?

So to help me out, I am going to talk of my childhood, good bad and ugly. That is what I will be doing for a few days or more. And again try to become a better person because of it.

I will start by telling of the time when I was two, yes two. It is the only memory I have from that long ago, really my earliest.

Seems my sister and I, late one afternoon, decided that it would be a good idea to go ahead and get the cookies mom had placed on the top shelf.

That would require some cabinet climbing and some counter shimmying. But low and behold, I had made it, with my sister cheering me ever onward. I crawled around the stove top, and got into position right in front of the top cabinet.

Now the bottom of the cabinet may have hit my waist, but more than likely it hit my belly. Well I got my knee on the lowest ledge and started to shimmy as best I could. I got my second knee planted and started to stand up. I worked my little hands up the center divider, and started to reach for the brass ring…

I was almost there, and my sister said something I looked over my shoulder at her, and I swear, to this day I swear I saw the spider from Gilligan’s Island, the big one… big ugly scary big one… the one Gilligan tried to free the bird and it attacked the spider and saved the castaways? No? Nothing? Well it was a big ugly hairy thing and it was standing right behind my sister.

Well I let go of the center divider to cover my eyes out of fear, and that’s when I fell, I fell like 5’ (lowest shelf in the cabinet is where my feet were). And I remember thinking, on my way down, it’s gonna get me… its gonna eat me… and my head hit the tile of the kitchen floor.

I remember the next few days my head hurting, and that’s about it.

Now because of that stupid spider, I am 98% deaf in my left ear, I get strange headaches, at least the way other people describe them, mine are always more like sinus headaches and I never get other kinds. You know the ones that start at the base of the skull and swarm over like an invasion force… yeah I don’t get those.

I also mark this incident as to why my sense of humor is sort of twisted and off beat. And according to my mother it is the reason I am lazy… hate to break it to her, but I just think I am lazy, and would have been lazy… at least in my opinion.

So that stupid spider is why I cannot hear stereo, why I find it hard to locate some due to sound, and why I have a hard time hearing in general.

Thanks creepy spider…