I’m sitting in the (one & only) Starbucks in town, just finished up a piece of banana nut loaf and sipping on my venti chai.
Ahhh, I love chai tea.
I had to fast since dinner last night because I had a “girl” physical today. I’ve got three band-aids that all look like glitter. One for a flu shot, and two for drawing blood… the first arm wasn’t giving up the vein no matter what.
I’m just catching up on missed work from this morning and waiting for my next appointment – the dreaded mammogram, which is going to take place down the road a bit from Starbucks. It’ll be my second in as many years.
Today, while I was being felt up by my doctor she worried about a tough spot she came across. She said if the mammogram came back with dense-something-or-another (I forget what exactly she said about that, even though it’s only been 20 minutes) I would have to go back for a more intensive mammogram. I didn’t think those things could get more intensive. I was wrong, she said they flatten your boobieseven more to get a better read.
Seriously?
How could they possibly flatten it even more than they already do? I hope the first one comes back fine. I’d rather not subject my old, used & abused boobies to anything more traumatic… I don’t think they would appreciate it and might just remain flat to spite me. It wouldn’t surprise me.
I also got to spill about all of the stress I am under right now – my doctor is a really good listener and very empathetic. The last stresser to be added to my pile is my daughter’s puppy. It’s still living in our house and she is of the mindset that it is hers… so she’s looking for a temporary home for her until her boyfriend gets his own apartment and the puppy can go live with him. There is so much wrong with this situation and it is making my anxiety quotient go a little bonkers.
But other than that, I’m as healthy as a horse – or so the saying goes. My doctor says I must have my mom’s cholesterol because it is ‘stellar!’ And there are no signs of future problems. Thank goodness I finally got something of my mom’s in the health department!
Did you watch this season of Design Star? I am soooo glad that Meg won. She is just all kinds of awesome!
I hope you have a wonderful day!
A couple of years ago my daughter developed podophobia – the fear of feet. Well, it’s actually just the fear of other people’s feet, her own feet are perfectly acceptable to her. She can touch them, other people can touch them, she doesn’t have to have them covered — but don’t even think of coming near her with your feet. Holy hell.
It wasn’t too long ago that I got finally got to the end of the rope with my hair and buzzed it all off – it was April to be exact. And it was a freeing moment. Actually it was terrifying and I was in a bit of a state of shock for the first couple of hours. But just getting rid of all of the colored, dried out, frizzy hair was worth it.
