I had a day, yesterday. It was fine but filled with a few weird occurrences, which I will simply list:
1. I got an email from someone I have not talked with in a few years asking how I was dealing with being 50. I said that I never even think about it (yea right!) and I send her the blog site. Next question.
2. I stopped at the AAA store for something. I see that they sell a pack of two pairs of underwear that can last for 30 days. Something about “fast drying.” It gives me a bit of a stomach ache. I move on.
2. While waiting at an appointment, I decide to clean out my purse. Here’s what I find: A fork (a real fork). A 1/2 eaten protein bar. Two already chewed pieces of gum wrapped in very small papers. And, some note to myself from January 2013. I’m clearly not paying attention.
3. At that same appointment, I need to use the restroom. I try two different ones, only to open each door and find someone in there. Don’t people lock the doors in public anymore? I saw a butt and another “private.” I never did go to the bathroom.
4. As we are leaving, my father and I walk past a door with a sign, “Human Specimen Waiting Room.” Can a specimen wait? I’m too afraid to dig deeper into this one. We keep moving.
5. I missed lunch.
6. The judge at my pre-trial was clearly younger than me. This is getting a little weird. Wasn’t it just yesterday that I was younger than the judges?
7. I then go to my “yearly.” Usually, this appointment is in the middle of the day and I’m rushing to get there and rushing to leave. This time it was the last thing on my calendar. I decide to use this to my advantage. I get the paperwork clip board and take my sweet (and quiet) time filling it out. I am finally beginning to relax. The nurse says that she needs to measure my height to be sure I’m not shrinking. If I’m shrinking, I really don’t want to know about it.
8. The nurse takes me to the exam room and she gives me what appears to be a very small paper “top” and “cover.” Seriously??
9. I decide that instead of nervously reading a magazine while waiting for the doctor, I will lay down on “the table” and close my eyes. I’m going to use this time to relax. It’s sad that I need my “yearly” to find quiet time (I may have actually dozed!).
10. When done, I go to the grocery store, buy food and then, with the fork from my purse (because I’m starving by this point), I eat the food. Now, I’ve recycled (a dirty fork) and I have a full stomach – life’s good.
The world is a “funny” place – enjoy your day!
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