I know… what a cliché of a title, right? I should do better! It just seemed to fit, though. There’s been a lot going on in my life. Some of it is great, some of it is horrible, and some is funny and a little painful. I was sick last weekend with a high fever, then last Monday I was out in the field doing a setup. The week took off from there. Today I figured that I should give a little update. I’ll just go in chronological order for now.
So first… the ugly. Last Tuesday I got off work over an hour late due to some meetings. I decided to treat myself to a little Mexican, and I got it to go because I really wanted to just sit on my couch and vegetate. I got home to a mailbox full of junk mail.
I was in a pretty awesome mood, singing the tune off of the radio, loud and smiling. I unlocked the door to find my wiggly Buddy there to greet me. He was so cute hopping around, and he obviously wanted to go out to the front yard and pee on a few bushes. I let him slip by me and kept the door propped open with my foot, thinking he would come right back in like normal.
Only he didn’t. He decided to go running down to the neighbors house. He’s usually pretty good about coming back when I call him. But this time he just slowed down a little and kept wandering closer and closer to the edge of the road. I kept calling, and he kept ignoring.
Since I’ve already had one animal (a cat) killed by a car in this neighborhood, Buddy is literally half blind, and it was so close to quitting and getting home time, I decided to go after him. That’s when my heel slipped, my ankle went out from under me and I fell down the steps onto the concrete sidewalk. I hit my ass on the stairs on my fall, scraped up my right knee, and managed to dump half of my dinner out on top of me. Fun. I’m actually laughing right now, but it was more of stunned silence that followed my spill.
I checked myself for major harm, and found none. Of course Buddy trotted right over to help himself to my chips and salsa. I sat there, legs splayed, grateful I was wearing a skort, not a skirt. I pulled my heels off, managed to salvage the dinner, even though the aluminum container was smushed, and carried that into the kitchen. I came back for my purse and keys in another trip, then picked up the mail that was now on the lawn.
Finally finished pigging out, Buddy came inside behind me. I then stripped down and hopped in the shower to wash off the grass and dirt and blood and salsa that was covering me. I poured peroxide on the scrapes and cuts on my knee, then bandaged it. My knee is still all scraped up, I have scratches down my leg, up my thigh, and on my arm. The pièce de résistance, though is the massive hell of a bruise on my ass. It’s the size of a fist and a deep purplish red color. I’ll spare you the pictures.
Note to self: chasing after a dog while juggling take out, mail, my purse and keys, and wearing high heels… not a good idea.
As if all of that wasn’t enough, the week had more in store for me. I woke up Thursday morning and felt like shit. Beat up. Between repeatedly lifting 50+ pound rotors on Monday, falling down the stairs on Tuesday, and riding for hours in a boat on Wednesday, I was exhausted and sore. I just wanted to crawl back under the covers and stay there. I should have.
Ever have a premonition that a day is just going to suck? I had one of those, and I was right.
I got a call from my gynecologist office. That’s never a good thing. I had my annual last week. If everything had been fine I would have gotten a letter in the mail. Instead, I got a call. Abnormal results.
The woman on the phone was very reassuring. She explained that abnormal results happen for a variety of reasons and it does not mean that I have cancer. However, I get to go back to the gyno next week. My doctor is out on vacation until August 19th. I said fuck that. I’m not waiting over a month until they could get me in (August 27th). So I asked for whoever they could get me in with as soon as possible. Apparently some women are weird about male doctors, so two of them had openings. It doesn’t bother me one bit. It’s not like he’s gonna rape me or something, and I’m not really shy. Plus, I just want some answers.
They will be doing a procedure called a colposcopy. They will be looking at my cervix with a microscope after putting a solution on there to make the abnormal cells stand out. They will do a scraping and take some biopsies. It will probably be painful. I’ve been advised to take Motrin before I go. Yeah, like that’s gonna do a whole lot to help. Whatever. I’m tough. Pain has never scared me.
It is what it is. Hopefully it will be nothing and everything will turn out okay.
So there’s my (not so) mini update. I had more good yesterday. I got to go to a Kix Brooks, Dierks Bentley, and Miranda Lambert concert. I had VIP parking and VIP seats and access to the VIP area. My Mom and sister and grandma went with me. We had a fantastic time. Three generations of lovely ladies enjoying amazing music. I’m just going to keep moving forward, keep living my life, and keep finding happiness as best as I can. I’ll do all of that with a smile on my face.