It's not small talk

Holiday parties with the inevitable: “How are you? What’s new?”

Do I say, “Well, lately I’ve been plagued with nocturnal enuresis, you know,  that night bed-wetting associated with bladder dysfunction from MS “?  I don’t think so.

What can you say when your life isn’t a one liner?  And even if you could fit it into one line, would you?

I’ve been waking up cranky and angry but then I walk my dog, Iko, do some Focusing on this stuff, get on my computer, talk to clients and I feel normal again. It’s not gone, just better. That’s good enough.

Back to the holiday parties. I hate small talk. People who know me know they get the real deal when I’m asked such questions. But nocturnal enuresis? Nope, not good cocktail party talk.  I’ll stick to more lively stories.  I could talk about blogging, my girls, even the dogs. Pass me that holiday drink.