I'm not sure what happened to the last three weeks; but I can, indeed, tell you that they are in a much better place now. I've appropriately filed them away in memory, and now I can focus on the week(s) ahead. I normally get frustrated with myself when I don't write for long periods of time; I tend to lose the emotions or tidbits of information attached to my latest episodes in life. However, I noticed these lapses in posts are not the results of lackluster motivation. Quite the contrary, really. During these hiatuses in writing, there is a phase of the moons, stars, and other weird little extra-terrestrial beings that cause my bizarre world to spin at a much higher velocity. During said phase, I tend to collapse inward on myself; and then nothing I say or do makes sense, at least to me. The silver lining is that I try my hardest to work through this period of self-implosion. To be honest, it'd be a pity to put you readers through the roller coaster of events. The last thing I want is this blog to be filled with sporadic or overly emotional accounts of my time here. I'm trying to get better about it.
That being said, the running theme of this month has been... well: BOOBS.
Okay, now that I have your attencion, I'll do my best to wrap this up in a tidy little packaged post.
1) Audrey, my darling Chihuahua and love of my life (sorry, John, you understand), came down with a mysterious illness - after 48hrs of home-remedies not working, I finally caved and took her to the nearest vet. Two and a half hours and $400 later, we come to find she has: two compressed discs in her lower spine (causing her some pain, but manageable), a dislocated knee-cap (apparently which is common in 'wawas..?), and a trace of hookworm. Oiy. Audrey's doing fine, now, but I'm not sure I'll be going back to that vet if I can help it. The doc kept talking to me like a 12yr old trying to save her dying hamster who got caught in a vacuum. Boob Count: 1.
2) On my way home this week from a heated meeting concerning our positions as VISTAs (a whooole other blog post), I was rounding the corner into my subdivision and before I could even complete the turn-- the blue lights start a-blazing. I tried pulling over to let the cop go by, but in a residential area, there aren't many places. After a few swerving attempts, I manage to get over... only to see the cop is still behind me. Damn. As I'm shaking like mad, the biggest meathead of a cop slaps my door and says in one breath:
"Ma'am, do you know why I pulled you over, did you see that red light, and you didn't come a complete stop and I know it doesn't have a 'No Turn on Red' sign but that's no excuse, you can't yield through there - do you understand?"
Me: "Huuhhh... Wha-t?"
Officer Douchebag: "Liscence and registration."
I sat on the side of the road for 20min, only to have the cop return with a sadistic smile on his face and a flimsy piece of blue paper. He announces proudly he had to give me a ticket, and further... the court date is set for my birthday (Nov 13th). Did I also mention it's a Friday the 13th? Right. And the ticket cost me $237. Happy frickin' birthday TO ME. This guy was a huge boob, so we'll give him 2 Boob Points. Boob Count: 3.
3) On Oct. 17th, I ran the Race for the Cure with Anne and Tracy - I had my best running time yet, both time-wise and fun-wise! I couldn't have done it without my awesome running buddies. I loved getting lost in the sea of pink and seeing so many survivors sporting their new found confidence. It made me happy to know that a single cause could make so many folks brave the freakishly cold weather and suport those who faught, are fighting, lost the fight, or survived the nasty disease of breast cancer. Oh, and topping off the race with a hearty brunch of beer and waffles made the experience far better (not sure you'd see that recommended on any training websites). Let's give this 3 Boob Points. Boob Count: 6.
4) I was going to avoid this last boob-a-licious detail, but it's probably the most literally booby-related one (okay, well, except for #3). I've had a lot of reproductive health issues over the years, most of which have been managed by care of good doctors and learning to listen to my body (I promise, it talks to you - so don't think it's noble to ignore those little warning signs. It's stupid.). Five years ago, I had a mass removed from my right breast and had it biopsied. It came back benign (a fibroid adenoma), and I thought that was it. About 2 years ago, it returned. Over the course of the last year, my breast tissue has changed consistency and with it, the new mass. It went from a tiny knot to a large and misshapen "thing" that became fairly painful. After a series of mamograms (which, yes, they do hurt as much as our mothers complain they do), it was decided it needed to come out. This past Friday, I had it removed. The procedure when well, and I have many of you to thank for the good thoughts, prayers, and vibes. I have yet to recieve the reports from pathology, but I suppose I'd have to be a "boob" to believe it's anything worse than it was before. Hooray for that being over! Extra Boob Points, let's go with 4. Boob Count: 10.
And this concludes the Lost Weeks of October Recount. Join us in the near future for a delicious peek into Halloween and the up-and-coming developments for the month of November... :) You don't wanna miss this, y'all!
