Melzoom: Dear Easter Bunny, I Mean God

Dear God,

This feels stupid because...well, if you're God, you know why. I feel like I'm praying to the Easter Bunny. But, what the heck. I'll give it a shot. And if you do exist, and heaven exists, then you can't say I've never prayed.

I live my life trying to do all the things your prophets teach...all those things except believe in you. But I give to charity and volunteer and try to be nice and compassionate. Yeah, I've treated my body more like a pagan ritualistic temple than the temple you'd prefer. But I'm learning.

I don't have much to complain about. I have four wonderful animals that all get along living under my roof. My family members are healthy. I have wonderful friends. I have great doctors who have finally given me the support I need and the compassionate explanations I didn't want to hear.

I can deal with the baby issue...If you're who they say you are, you'd want me to adopt anyway. "All God's children..." and all that. Planning on doing that if the time comes. I can deal with my blood pressure being 78/62 this morning and feeling like I have mono. I can deal with the tachycardia that comes with it and have learned to separate that from anxiety attacks. Eh, I can't stand up right now without fainting. I've learned to handle that, too. I guess you want me to sit and observe and think a lot. Trust me, I do.

It would have been cool though, if you would have gotten these doctors into my life a little sooner. So...I'm down with whatever you want to throw at me but can you throw a good doc in my path if it has to deal with my health?