The following occurred 12/23/15 and I posted about it the next day. Copying here vs. sharing on FB. I’m reminded that we’re a hot mess with all our medical issues. The margins were clear on my biopsy and the scar had started to fade. Fast forward to this year and it’s Billy’s shoulder. Next year who knows?!? Maybe I should just live for today?!?!?!!!
I’m back on the grid earlier than expected. Still no news on the biopsy so I will just have to wait and find out Monday. I’ve decided to wear something else. My Air Force Academy T-shirt and lucky snowmen socks could stand on their own. And since there is no such thing as LUCK, I’ll just have a little FAITH while I wait.
I call this novella “Spilling your coffee is lucky and sometimes migraines can be good”
Scene: Middle of the Super Target at the Vineyard with Lulu & Wise. My cell phone rings…
B: “How was the 2nd annual <surname> Women Born in December Spa Day?”
Me: “Bliss, we’re in Target now. Are you home?”
B: “Yes, so where are we meeting for supper tonight?”
Me: “Papoulis by Pony’s, just meet us at his apartment when you are ready. We’ll head over there soon”
B: “Hey, did you get my dad anything for Christmas yet?”
Me: “Yes, you saw it. Did you get him something else?”
B: “Yep 5 months’ worth of birdseed from Wallman’s. He can go in and pick it up as he needs to refill”
Me: “He’ll love that”
B: “I got myself something for Christmas too”
Me: Fully expecting him to say deer corn and as I roll my eyes I say “Good for you, what’d you get?”
B: “I spilled my coffee this morning and I knew I’d get a migraine without the caffeine. I stopped at the gas station to get coffee and decided to buy a $5 scratch off since I have not done that in years.”
Me: “Nothing says Christmas like lottery tickets” (I am convinced that sarcasm is a learned family trait)
B: “True and I won! Merry Christmas to me.”
Me: “You won, really?!?!? Why am I not surprised, you always used to win. See after your work injuries we must’ve forgotten that you are LUCKY, you’ve always been lucky!!! So how much are you giving to ME?”
And the answer to that is not monetary, it is more than I deserve. You see every day is Christmas at our household. Lulu asks why Billy and I don’t exchange gifts with each other and I always say because I get my gift every day.
This year, I think she finally understands what I mean. Cheers to 2015; looking forward to 2016 and a year of firsts.
And now we are rolling into 2017, the year of firsts flashed before my eyes. Still of the opinion I have more than I deserve.
As always, more to come.