Unfortunate realities that live rent free in my head

My actual name isn’t Lola Renee. Though, for all intents and purposes, that is my pen name for this blog and often what I will reference myself to from this point forward.

Why? On a trip to Tennessee, for the nuptials of the only sibling I happen to have a relationship with, we stayed at a wonderful Airbnb. Amenities were beyond fabulous, who doesn’t love a tour book of property included a list of family farm animal names and how to approach them?! As always, my bladder was my super power, until it wasn’t/ currently isn’t. But that comes later on… First stop for me is always the bathroom, and it did not disappoint.

I am also one to always check what goodies are left to the guests in any restroom or bathroom I visit. I guess I attribute my inner Harriet the Spy, Nancy Drew, or Olivia Benson to this second nature of curiosity I possess… Ever the Curious one, time to investigate my home away from home after the tinkle fairy has been alleviated. Low and behold, the goodie basket on the sink, (hand washing is a must ladies and gents) had these purple packets market “LOLA” on them. I LOVE PURPLE… always have, always will. It was captivating, marked natural and organic something or other, but what was it? A pantyliner… HOT DIGGITY DOG! I was fast approaching 40 and had delivered children over the 9 pound mark, your girl was in love!!!

A simple guffaw, cough, sneeze, chortle, or scoff could lead my overly active bladder into a spasm that could wreck my world, so this was treasure! And LOLA! What a wonderous name, not like those other brands, this was truly unique. Amazon here I come, out with the old, in with LOLA!

Skip ahead to the fact that I give everything a middle name when I name things, which is about everything that I own and use… I came to undergo a life change with a surgery and now a personality attributed to the complications stemming from what was supposed to help, but did not exactly pan out as planned. Lola Renee was born into this world at 41 years, 3 organs less, lots of chaos, and as an alter ego to combat the nightmare before Christmas that became everyday of groundhog day for me.

Therefore, here she and I type, have the courage to start, and will complete the inner workings of a lot of years that need unpacking. Buckle up.