5 4 days.
What’s been happening.
How odd is this, huh? That I’m actually not pouring my heart out in this post (shock shock, horror horror), but rather, for a change, simply sharing with you, everything which has happened to me and my family over the week. I’ve really been wanting to post more often. As in every day, if possible, or at the very least, 4 times a week. And the blunt truth is I can’t accomplish any of that if I continue down the bare-it-all-long-post route that’s become something of a signature for me.
However, as has been pointed out to me, all things are possible. If I keep it short and sweet, that is.
100 W O R D S
Well, maybe 200 words, for the likes of those from whose fingertips, words gush forth without the need for much provocation. See where it takes me. And I felt the only way I could achieve such a succinct end result would be if I wrote about what’s been transpiring in my life, you know. I also thought it couldn’t hurt to share what goes on in other aspects of my world, yes, for the last four days anyway.
We begin with Monday.
Halloween Monday, to be precise. The one year we went all out and spent loads on lights and props and skulls and witches galore, seeing how this would be the last 31st October we’d have Eve with us for a while, with university in her Fall 2017 future. And then guess what? We promptly forgot to buy candies. Stop laughing. I am so serious. It just completely slipped our minds, the association of Halloween with treats. So no candies. Not a single sweet. Nada. Nothing. Which led to us turning all the porch lights off that entire evening.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so ditzy.
Insert sigh of Herculean proportions right here, please.
Tuesday was an enlightening day. I had my regular chiropractor session and learned a few, new, highly intriguing things about my massage therapist (the clinic begins each adjustment with heat packs, blood circulation machines, and a stretch session with a licensed therapist).
Back to the therapist (I’ll call him Elliot). We were talking about things we’d done over the weekend with our respective families when he revealed that despite being divorced, he and his ex-wife not only still lived under the same roof but also, get this, his daughters had absolutely no idea their parents were no longer married to each other. Errrr.
Well, I have the faintest suspicion that things are going to get really interesting when either parent decides to start dating (other people) again, don’t you think? 😛
Adding to the drama, the house wasn’t even his. It belonged to his ex-father-in-law. Elliot lived in the house, with his ex-wife and their two daughters (who were none the wiser that they’d parted ways), AND with his ex-father-in-law. Oh oh oh, and the ex-father-in-law’s ex-wife lived right next door too!!!! Days Of Our Lives, The Bold & The Beautiful? Move over.
Wednesday was somewhat anti-climatic, I shan’t lie.
First of all, I had this webinar organised by Hilary of Dean Street Society on monetising one’s Instagram account, which I was very much psyched over, and very intent on tuning in. But, of course,
life work got in the way and I missed it. Instead, I ended up editing 20 tech-jargon-filled responses to questions meant for a Tier 1 network security portal. Fun times.
Then, baby girl Eve (whom I picked up from school that day) professes a
hunger craving for kolaches so I drive her to the nearby deli only to be met by the sign, “Mondays to Saturdays, 8am to 1pm.” We got there at 4.45pm. At which point, I swear to God, Eve burst into tears. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her shed a tear over food before in my entire life. And, in case you were wondering, yes it was that time of the month for her. We got back into the car, and I drove to the nearest bakery wherein I promptly spent $17++ on a croissant, a cheese pocket, and several cookies. The smile on Eve’s face was so so so worth it.
Then we come to Thursday, more specifically, the first Thursday of the month (read: Phlebotomy day which I loathe), and a visit with my Oncologist. For the last few months, I’ve been having to undergo monthly phlebotomies because (a) my red blood cell count is much too high; and (b) my blood is very viscose, and I’m at a very high risk of getting either a stroke or an aneurysm (particularly given that my family history is rife with both conditions, on either side of the clan).
However, yesterday, my Oncologist greeted me with fabulous news!! My numbers were much lower than usual (down by 7 points, from 52 to 45) meaning I didn’t need to have a phlebotomy. Alleluia!!! To appreciate how much I appreciate not doing this procedure, you need to understand the things that make a phlebotomy quite challenging for me. One, my veins are immensely fine, so fine that there is only one (yes, singular) prickable vein on my left inner elbow and it’s been pricked so much that scar tissue/kelloids have developed over time, making it even harder to penetrate through. Harder and that much more painful.
Two, my blood is very thick. As in slushy like milkshake. The first time I did a phlebotomy, nothing came out of the needle. Absolutely nothing. The nurse had to remove the safety pin-sized needle out of my elbow, put a heatpack on me for 10 minutes, and try again. The second time, blood came out. Very slowly. So slowly that it stopped several times along the way, and when the bag was 1/3 full, it stopped completely. At which point, my lips were purple and my face was a delicate shade of blueish green. Now you understand why not needing a phlebotomy means that much to me!!!
By the by, try saying “phlebotomy” 5 times, as quickly as you can.
So, what happened to you this week?
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