A Day in the Life

I wish I could look at my life from a distance. I think it would be much more entertaining than up close.

I crawled out of bed at the crack of 9 this morning cuz my angel sister/friend Krista was coming to paint my bathroom. Yup 12 days and no sink. Everything is ready it just needed painting and I can't.

She paints. I sit on the floor and talk and at 10 am I go to the afterhours clinic cuz I have a bladder infection. I know this because my sugar spiked to 27 last Monday and bacteria loves sugar. The problem is that I know the antibiotic that works but most Dr.'s have their own idea's so I hate it. But i powdered and dressed and over I went.

My first luck of the day. My former family doctor was working the clinic. Yaaaaaahhhhhh. No explaining, no begging, just a small lecture about being more careful, a script for the drugs and I'm out of there.

While waiting I got into a waiting room chat with a guy who looked to be late 50's really buff. He had knee replacement surgery from an old hockey injury (as he told me) and needed another pain med because it wasn't the sixties anymore and the percoset was just too much.

I eventually realized he was flirting with me/responding to my natural charm. Wasn't looking for that! So script in hand I came home to find the reno guy here for something or other and one look at Krista and his tongue was hanging down to his knees. And rightly so, she is beautiful. I know he was flirting because I heard her using the phrase "my boyfriend" alot.

After a much needed nap, I went downtown to fill the script and another middle aged guy held both doors open for me at the drugstore. I flashed him my brilliant smile and said thank you and he smiled and said "my pleasure darlin".

On the way home I pondered what was up. I'm five weeks into protocol and I look like shit (in my opinion) Then the light went on. It was the breasts (hereafter known as the girls). They have gotten doors open for me all my life. Never understanding it , I have always accepted it. I mean if babies were crawling to open doors, I might get it. But grown men. And I'm not even responsible for them. They came from my mother for God's sake. How sick is that. My daughter didn't get them however. That will teach her to be a pain in her teens . I skipped her and went straight to my granddaughter.

Anyway I digress. It occured to me on the drive home that even if I look awful and worst of worsts lose my hair, my boobs will never fall off. So I may make it through with my physical self esteem in tact. How shallow am I?

Have a great day. I think I did.

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