Tangent filled post
Right at this very moment I am not in pain. There have been several mornings where I thought for a moment that I might be better and then I take Dexter for a walk or try to put something in the dishwasher, and my back quickly reminds me "Ha ha fucker! I'm still here!" My doctor thinks it's a herniated disk. Of coure I went to the doctor on Friday and the earliest they could get me in for an MRI was Thursday. Ah, how I love our medical system. Speaking of our medical system, the husband finished his six weeks of the suckiest rotation ever
last night. He started a new rotation today. He doesn't have to be at work until 9AM! We actually saw each other this morning. Face to face. Standing up. Not in bed. Miracles will never cease.
I went to a bachelorette party Friday night. I had a great time considering one of my vertebrae is not where it should be. I sang Faith by George Michael at Karaoke. I rocked the house. At the restaurant before the karaoke bar, I ran into a buch of seventeen year olds in the bathroom. One of them was peeing while I was waiting and she flung the stall door open and peed in front of me. Her friends were screaming at her and apologizing to me.
I said "It's ok. I'm old. I've seen a lot worse"
They said "How old are you?"
"I'll be twenty-nine in August"
They couldn't believe I was that "old"
. That my skin looked good.
I then basically stood in the bathroom of this restaurant and proceeded to lecture these girls about skin care. Telling them that I've been wearing SPF on my face every day since I was eighteen, even in the winter, that they should use self tanners, blah, blah, blah. I don't know what came over me. I guess watching someone you love fight stage four melanoma will do that to you.
They actually were really nice about it and even thanked me for my advice instead of yelling "fuck you grandma" which would have been completely acceptable considering I was lecturing them in the bathroom of some Italian restaurant while they were drunk.
Anyhoo, I am looking forward to actually spending time with my husband. Eating dinner together. Watching Jeopardy together. His brilliant Harvard/Harvard Medical School ass may get all of the regular Jeopardy questions, but I always get Final Jeopardy. And I will yell "feel the wrath mother fucker!"
I love spending quality time together.
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