Well, another day, another dialysis treatment. All is well today. No major issues to report. I am going to weird some of you out with this post. When I was seventeen a week before school let out for the summer, I broke my collar bone. I was trying to be Evil Knievel on a ten-speed bike. I fought a shrub and the shrub won. Anyway, the doctors put a harness on me and I had to lay flat for several days. My parents loved me so much that they put a bed in the living room. I became a soap opera junkie. I watched daytime soaps and all the good stuff like L.A. Law, Dallas, and Knot's Landing. I find myself saddened in a creepy sort of way at the current demise of the daytime soaps. What is gonna happen to Bo and Hope? Will Allison Sweeney be destined to a life of chronicling the escapades of fat people on The Biggest Loser? "Why worry?" you ask. Because deep down, we all feel a connection with the soaps. How so? Well, our lives are one big soap opera. Twists, turns, drama, comedy, laughter and tears. Here's my story:
In 1966, my mother was rushed to General Hospital. When I was born, everyone said I was Bold and Beautiful. As a Young and Restless child, I began my Search for Tomorrow. After a a time in Paradise, All My Children decided it was time foe a nursing home in Santa Barbara where I spent The Days of Our Lives realizing I only had One Life To Live!
How does your script read?
The rantings and ravings of a 45 year old kidney dialysis patient. I will relive the past, boast about the present, and hope for the future. There is no subject that is out of bounds. Eat, drink, and be merry! Come along for the ride.
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