My thoughts*
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The Results*
When I got home from visiting with the fam, there was a message from my doctor waiting for me on my answering machine. No details, just brief message asking me to call the office when I got a chance. I was curious all weekend, even though I knew the message would most likely be something less than good. I mean, really now–how often do doctors call you after an appointment just to tell you how awesome and amazingly healthy you are? When I finally got a hold of her today, I learned that the results from my blood work were in. She was a bit concerned as I have low…
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I’m Right* (I think)
When the nurse came in to give me my shot yesterday, she asked me if I was right or left handed, so that she wouldn’t “poke” me in my dominant arm. I replied that I was a righty without thinking much about it, so she gave me the needle in my left arm. Shortly after when I was taken to the lab to get blood work done, without thinking, I offered the same arm. But as I got into my car afterward and started the drive home, my driving arm was sore and quite heavy. I looked down and realized that I drive with my left hand. I use my…
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Perspective*
I slept in this morning. I awoke to see the sun streaming through our window. I realized that I didn’t have to fly out of bed and get ready for work. I found an email from my professor, surprising us with a week off from my course. …and then I came here, and saw the many messages left by all of you. Thank you. I wish I had words that could adequately describe how much I appreciated everything you each wrote, but I don’t know that I have the right words to express my gratitude. In the words of the most lovely Tulip, it made me want to hug my…
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I Cried at a Rob Zombie Concert*
I’m about to tell you a story that I’ve only ever told two people. It’s a little bit embarrassing. (Okay, a lot bit embarrassing.) But because I love you dearly, I’ve decided it’s time to come clean and tell you the truth: I went to a Rob Zombie Concert… and I cried. I’m not talking tears of overwhelming joy at being able to see Rob Zombie—I’m no groupie—I’m talking full on panic attack, hysterical tears… at a Rob Zombie concert. Let’s start at the beginning, shall we? To begin with, it probably sounds strange that I, a shoe-loving, Mormon high school English teacher would even end up with Rob Zombie…
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Babies & Babbling*
He’s here. :) After many long months of waiting, my perfect little nephew arrived this morning at 9:20am. He is a healthy 9 lbs 3 oz, and both the baby and Peeah are doing well. In fact, because she is super woman, she was back at home shortly after lunch. I spoke with her this afternoon and she sounded so happy–tired, but happy. I haven’t met him yet, but I hear my little nephew has reddish blond hair and I’m positive I will absolutely melt when I hold him on Thursday. (…is it Thursday yet?) I hate that I’m not with my family right now, but as we were already…