I carry the past couple of years around like an unwieldy albatross that hangs morbidly from my neck. When I describe the frayed emotions I have with life and death and life again to most people, they usually excuse themselves from the room, my distorted ramblings a death knell to anyone’s good time.
But recently I met a friend that, like me, has been through something similar and came back from it a different person. Once having a life that she described as a “fairy tale,” since suffering from an edema—due to physician negligence, mind you—she’s lost just about everything, including her marriage and business.
We decided to meet at one of the most underrated restaurants in town, Charm Thai Cuisine, 5808 N.W. 50th, Suite B., to talk about what we’ve been through and what we’re still going through.
A lithe woman with about a year on me, for a while she’s been in a deep depression that very few of us will ever know. Still, over Thai Iced Coffee ($2.95), we alternately found ourselves laughing and lamenting at the people we’ve unexpectedly become.