The 6-year old ‘BallonBoy’ everyone is talking about? Yeah…that made me throw up.
Literally. I heard, saw, turned off the tv, and vomited.
Granted I have gastroparesis and this is not a hard thing to make me do…but the thought of that child, just like my own inquisitive 6-year old, in that balloon had me an emotional disaster to the point of physical illness.
While they iron out all the details, I’m overjoyed this boy is safe and sound and will save my wrath once the verdict is in on this incident. In the meantime…I think I need to tone it down a notch.
Control my emotions? Maybe?
Not surprisingly I get this way over anything I love or am passionate about. I work myself up to the point of physical symptoms. Probably not healthy. However don’t ever doubt how I feel. I will show you with hand wringing, and lack of self control.
I will cry as I explain why I feel health care reform is so very important. I will yell and gesture wildly as I defend the President. I will vomit when a boy, just like my own, goes missing.
Passion is an amazing thing when channeled properly. And a very messy one when left unchecked.
Checking myself.


