I just finished an interesting conversation with my Grandmother. I had pondered going to visit my side of the family for the holidays. I was recently diagnosis with Tourettes Syndrome and OCD. Just extra craziness to add to my mentally insane resume. I finally got the “balls” to call her and tell her what’s going on. Now, I consider my grandmother to be the most liberal woman in our family besides my Dad‘s sister who is a champion farter and the most randiest women I‘ve ever known. My Grandmother even surprised me when she welcomed my girlfriend with open arms. I believe my partner is their favorite now. Ain’t that some bullshit? Anyway, I tell her I am on meds and doing well and she says, “Leave it in the big man stairs hands. He will take care of it for you. We would not be here if it were not for him, and blah blahblah. Yes, honey she went there. My first reaction was WTF! And then I thought of my girl’s grandmother who loves angels and Jesus. I would never tell that sweet old woman that I am an atheist. Therefore, I decided to bite my tongue and grin. All the while going “Aww.” Okay grandma. Oooh ok, grandma, that’s nice”. I did very well not to explode with laughter. Nevertheless, she said she loves me. At least a million times. I love her. She can have her Jesus. Ill keep my Tourettes. And all is alright with me.