I don’t really know if my Mommy provided me a security blanket when I was a baby. It doesn't matter because I sure do have one now and I ‘m sucking away hoping it works in making me feel safe and secure. In preparation for the debate, after rushing home, I overflow, with good wine, my Obama water bottle; I put on my glow-in-the- dark extra large Obama T-shirt, lay down on the sofa and cuddled with my “blanky”. I looked at the mirror hanging on the wall across from the couch and it lets me know something is not right. I don’t look quite sane. Actually I look like a night owl on amphetamines sporting a very pale greenish complexion!!! I guess its part of my CAD malady, it takes a toll and I have had it for a year and a half now. I wolf down a snack and some more wine, the wine is great medicine.
It is now 8:58 pm, October 15th, 2008, two minutes before the showdown, the face-off, the last debate between the two candidates. I am mad at my grouchy roommate. He won't be watching the debate, instead he is watching the finale of Project Runway and wants to drown out his anxiety with the TV’s earsplitting sound . It is interfering with my “try-not-to-have-your-stomach-eaten-away-by-acid” preparations. I understand he is in denial and claims not to have any CAD symptoms but I know better. I see his “owl eyes” and greenish face. Unintentionally, again , I get a glimpse of me on the freaking mirror. I now look terrified, greener, quite disheveled, ugly and possibly drunk. I seriously think of throwing something at the mirror or maybe covering it up?
The introductions have started, candidates shake hands, the first question is placed, I uncover my eyes by lowering my hands from my face, and I quickly guzzle down more wine. Slowly, carefully I peek and am confronted by this:
(video of scary faces)
I take a very deep breath, stretch, another sip and suddenly all of my symptoms disappear. No CAD here inside. No “bumpy ride” for me tonight.
Well.... I mean??? Come On!!!!!!!!!, McCain's face looks Scarier than mine ever was!
Poor Mr. McScary, he must have gotten the dates confused, his lousy advisors did not correct him. Tonight is not Halloween!!! Trick or Treat is not tonight!! Take off the scary mask please.
