Hot chocolate....here I come

Whew. The deed is done and it wasn't near as gnarly as I was prepared for it to be. Gals, if you want to know the details, email me and I'll give you the full 411 on it but in sensitivity to some others (Bruce throws up or faints) , I'll leave off the specifics here. I do have to have the spot removed and it has a 90% chance of being benign. If it turn out that it's malignant, they'll remove the spot and because it's so tee tiny, that'll take care of it. I got Dr. Baker (my radiologist) to show me my pic's and asked a few questions, and I hit the door. Glad that's done. I already know who I want to do it (Dr. Laidley-breast surgeon at Med. City) so essentially that's that. Drama over. I was, however, very impressed with Presby's Breast Center--man, the changing area and waiting "lounge" looked like the changing area at the Four Seasons, minus the massage therapists and boy, I sure could have used one. The staff was great, efficient and nice. We gabbed almost the whole way through my procedure. One of us got quiet...wanna guess who? Yeah...that'd be me. But, it did not hurt so that was nice. REAL NICE.

Ok...now, while I was off duty, some guy flies a plane into the IRS building in Austin? Whaaaaat? I leave my post for one hour and all hell breaks loose. Geeze.

Let's start the chant now....

Ti-ger...Ti-ger...Ti-ger...Oh, man I can hardly control myself. He's set to "speak" on Friday --to apologize. Wonder if Elin will be there? I hope not. I hope he man's up and does this all by himself. Shoot...he got in trouble all by himself so surely he can do this alone. He's already made sure the media will not be present and that those he speaks to will only be close friends and family. What I'll be interested to see is if there's any honest show of contrition and humility on his part. IF he's been in a 12 step program for sex addiction, which I honestly hope he has, then he may have a fighting chance. Otherwise, Dude....save your breath.
I always enjoy reading people's body language in situations like this. I don't really read it as much as I watch to see what looks and feels really authentic, and what looks like a bunch of showboating...you know what I'm talking about. Does it ring true? And if he shows one ounce of defiance or defensiveness, he's toast. Once the media sees his apology, if it's defiant, he can just pack and head for another solar system 'cause that's the only place he'll get any peace or (piece!).
Sorry...I just couldn't resist.

I think I'd LOTS rather be me tomorrow with my test, than Tiger on Friday. Whoa.

Stakin' his claim

My sister called last night to tell me her latest Hudson story. It seems he came by yesterday with his Aunt SuSu, while Go-Go (my sister's grandmother name) was tutoring one of her students. Hudson's not real sure exactly what his Go-Go does--he only knows it looks like a lot of fun. And it does. Since she tutors kids with learning differences, she has all kinds of fun stuff to keep their attention so that learning is fun vs the chore it always has been in the past. You name it--she's got it. And a refrigerator full of kid's snacks to boot.

Hudson went straight up to his grandmother's office and poked his head around the door yesterday, only to find Go-Go with another man--a student named Tyler. He and Tyler were introduced and Hudson immediately asked "what's he doing here"? My sister did her best to explain that they were "working" but Hudson wasn't buying. Nope. No way, Jose'. All he could tell was what they were doing looked a LOT like fun, he wanted to play, and that his Go-Go was a cheatin' dog. She was two timin' him with Tyler. Even sitting briefly on his Go-Go's lap did little to soften his bristle towards Tyler. When he left, he turned to both of them and said without even a trace of a smile, "I'll be back tomorrow." Looks like there's a new Sheriff in town.

To sum up my day...

Here it is in a nutshell: I finally got scheduled for the test I need to have on Thursday, at 9am. The nurse who scheduled me sounds like someone I would love and just happens to have appointed herself as my nurse. Go, team. My radiologist who read my mamo and sono will do my test, and I really liked him as well. Cute, funny, and we hope with v-e-r-y gentle hands. Can I get an amen on that. A sweet loving friend brought me lunch, flowers, and dessert today since I am without wheels, and am feeling a little like someone punched me due to the bumper car event of this morning. So, all in all, life is just pretty darn good.

The insurance lady made me laugh when she called this afternoon. She told me a hilarious story about dementia and how when her grandmother had it, her grandmother went to a small town store and tried to pay with Monopoly money. The lady behind the counter never missed a beat, took the play money, and then called the family explaining what had happened. They quickly brought over the real $12 and all had a good laugh. People are just so great. To me, there's just a funny in everything, if you look for it. The other funny today?? I accidentally sat on Muffin. He didn't think it was funny, but I sure did.

Bad jew jew

Man....you do NOT want to get near me.....I've got the b-a-d jew jew going on. This morning, I left early to go get my fasting lab work drawn and that means black coffee only--if any--but that wasn't the problem, though it might have helped somewhat. I hit black ice, on NW Hwy, tried to stop and the rest was skiddin', smash up history. A man in a black Honda was trying to turn left, and let's just say I helped him a little. I did every thing I could to miss him but when your anti lock brakes clamp down, and you can't get off the ice, get ready 'cause it's going to be ugly. And it was. The good news? Neither of us was hurt and though our cars definitely took a hit, they can be repaired.

Which brings me to anti lock brakes....why do they call them that?? I don't get it. Not only do they make a God awful noise when you hit them but they feel and sound like they are locked up. Anti lock my butt. Enough said. The fun just continues. Woo hoo!

Think Pink

I got the ever lovin' pants scared off of me today. My doctor sent me for "further tests" and got me worked in--today. As a nurse, I know what that means and I can also tell when it's a courtesy and when it's a "today" deal. Luckily, so far, things have swung my way though I can tell you, I think God must be really tired of hearing from me and some of my closest pals. We have "chatted" literally all day long...OK...more like I was chatting...or chattering. The strange part? I had this inner gut feeling that it would all work out OK and that HE had me. And I felt really calm.
And then I started in on the second guessing, asking myself if I was just in denial or if I really did feel like it was going to be OK....you now what I mean....when you start head trippin' on yourself. My head is never a safe neighborhood and not someplace to go alone....I might mug myself.

Anyway, I still have one last test to get scheduled for and complete, but so far, things look good and it looks like I'll be blogging away here for a l-o-n-g time. This last test does not sound like much fun (who thinks this stuff up, anyway?) but I'm gonna getter done as soon as they can schedule me and then see what shakes out. And here is my solemn vow: I WILL have a Starbucks hot chocolate afterward to celebrate --with WHIPPED CREAM. I may not eat dinner--but I WILL have one.

Noise....and gore....see ya

I'm just going to go ahead and say it: I'm having noise issues. Constant clammmmmmmmmer or even loud background TV noise... drives... me... nuts. Sometimes I like to cook with background Smooth Jazz or Watercolors- (channel 851 & 850) and for the first 5-7 minutes or so, it's all real good. By the 10-15 minute mark, I'm going into agitation mode--a freakness is coming. Once I kill the music, I'm back to normal. Maybe I'm just easily overstimmed--I think maybe that's it because I feel the same way in huge crowds with high noise levels, and if it's a big hen party where everyone is screeching, I will hit the door running. Maybe it's being in my 50's--hell....I don't know. All I know is, if you want me to go home, turn up the volume--on anything. I'm a quiet loving gal--no question about it.

And now for a quick side bar on the Olympics: what in the world were they thinking showing that video of the luge guy's death? Gore much, people? Hello...he has a family that just might find that action horrendously horrifying and unspeakably callous, and in slow-mo??? Well, yeah....that really helped a lot. Breaking it down, frame by frame, for the impact was sheer genius, no?? Yes, they yanked it of the air after showing it, but his family still knew they'd shown it, and his father was even asked if he had seen it. Please....has our "need to know" super ceded our common sense, decency, and compassion? I guess it has. Luckily for me, I missed it---I've seen enough gore to last me a lifetime and wouldn't have watched anyway. G-a-g. I guess it's no different than rubber necking on the highway...and I don't get into that either. Yeesh.