So, while last week’s ENT appointment and MRI found my brain tumor-free, the visit did give me the gift of a summer cold. This one is a doozy – achey bones and muscles, watery eyes, stuffed up nose and a chest cough. And while sometimes when I get a cold my voice gets all hoarse and Kathleen Turner-y, so I don’t mind as much, this time I sound like Brenda Vaccaro after a sandpaper bender. Not pretty. In fact, it’s a little scary.
Today is my best friend Jennifer’s birthday. It’s hard to believe we’ve known each other nearly 30 years. I’m so blessed to have a friend like Jenn in my life – she always laughs at my jokes, listens when I complain and lifts me up when I’m down.
I’ve always looked up to Jenn. She does the right thing even when the wrong thing is so much easier. She’s dedicated to her family, her friends and her faith. She’s an extraordinary mother, daughter, wife and friend. I cannot imagine my life without her in it.
I do not have a tumor or any other abnormalities in my brain (go ahead and insert your joke about my abnormal brain here. Hilarious.) I wasn’t really worried that I did, however I would like a cause behind my ever-increasing ear pain.
Side note – I loved the MRI experience. Seriously, it was a delightful, relaxing experience. I’m sure the sedatives played a big role in my enjoyment, but whatever. I’m considering it a very expensive spa day.
Tomorrow morning I’m going to slide into a dark tunnel, trapped in a tube so they can take pictures of my brain. I’ll be sedated, so I’m not terribly worried about the process (though I’m horrible at staying still and not fidgeting, so I expect the techs will be frustrated with me). I am a bit concerned about the outcome – not that they’ll find something (well, aside from my big, beautiful brain), but that I’ll go through this process and we’ll have no additional information about what’s going on in my head. Which means more doctors, more tests and more time in waiting rooms listening to women CLIP THEIR FINGERNAILS. Because yes, there are days when I’d prefer to have a brain tumor over listening to a woman groom herself.
There are definitely times when I think upbeat images like these are for suckers and saps. Then there are times when these little posters and cards bring me epiphanies and make me weepy or determined or a combination of the two.
When your hormones attack, it’s easy to get bogged down in little irritants. Hell, that’s easy for me most of the time. In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m sort of bitchy and can be kinda judgy. But I don’t want to be. I want to be nice and sweet and full of light. So yeah, I’m working on it.
Okay, enough of this mushy shit. Have a good day.
I guess products targeted at women (and the associated advertising) have always pretty much sucked. Still, I’m glad I live in a time where (I think. I hope) my dream job title doesn’t have to be prefaced with lady. Oh, and that I don’t have to wear a girdle.
And the best for last…
Sorry to disappoint, but I suppose this post is really just my to-do list for the week.
First off, don’t say ANYTHING about Lost. We haven’t seen it yet but will watch it tonight.
I’m heading out to see a client today who is also a professional masseuse (and friend). I scratch her back, she rubs mine. It’s a beautiful relationship.
Wednesday I’m meeting up with a former colleague to give her some insight and advice into the wonderful world of freelance. She’s one of those radiant people who always makes you feel better about yourself just by being around her. I’m flattered she’s asking me for any sort of help.
Wednesday I’m also going to meet my friend Lindsay’s baby boy!
Hm, what else aside from slaving away at my computer? I can say I paid off two credit cards this week. Sure, they were very small, but they’re paid and it feels soooo good to remove them from my budget.
Jason and I were talking about the idea of debt and what we owe to other people this weekend. I don’t think we owe someone a debt for doing what they’re supposed to do. I do think we owe respect and courtesy to everyone, but love is not an obligation, nor does it create an obligation, right? I mean, I understand sacrifice and all, but I wouldn’t want people doing things for me just because they felt forced into it. Maybe I’m weird?
Finally, you won’t see my shadow or hear a peep from me tomorrow. I’ll be curled up with my Kindle all day.
I remember this ad very well…oh, how I wanted one of these appliances. I did have a crimper, though after the sole outing after the tragic crimping incident of 1988 (thanks, Annette) I never used it again.
It’s hard to imagine that this was a beauty ideal in the ’80s – but man, did we have some big hair. Really, really big hair. I’m still one of the best backcombers you’ll ever meet, fyi.
This morning I happened across this story on Good Morning America. Not sure what caught my ear, most likely the mention of Lawrence, Kansas, where I went to college and lived for five years (note: I couldn’t embed the video, but you can watch the story at the link above). The anchors are reporting on their life’s inspirations, and George Stephanopoulos chose Loring Henderson. Currently, Henderson runs the only homeless shelter in Lawrence (which could use your help), but he’s given so much more. He’s helped refugees get citizenship and build lives, volunteered with countless people society has forgotten and tirelessly worked to raise funds because he thinks it’s the right thing to do.