I wish I had a button on my phone that I could press that would automatically send out a message to my friends, Brenda has crisis. I never quite get there. I go into a shock instead. Don't pick up the phone, call my friends, and let them drop everything to be there for me, like they would want to be there for me. I feel like a treasured friend when I get the call. But my brain goes numb when something happens in my little corner. I could psycho-analyze, but bottom line is by this age and experience, I would love for it to be as easy as just press the little red alert button on my phone. Geez, my husband had to call our son to let him know that my brother had passed away.
Now maybe if I talked on the phone on a regular basis it might be easier. But I REALLY don't like to talk on the phone. It's easier once you get me on the phone, but I solve problems by phone all day long. When I get unplugged, my brain wants to rest. I want to put my hero cape in the drawer. So I need to find a happy medium.
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