Yesterday was another eventful day, beginning with this conversation with my husband regarding a woman I saw standing on a corner holding a sign asking for money to feed her kids:
Me: So, a lady with a large cardboard sign may come down to the shop. Give her some money, okay?
Him: Say what?
Me: She needs it to feed her kids and I don’t have any cash. I told her to go to your store.
Him: I’m not sure you know how businesses work. Are you ever going to send someone to me who HAS money? Like to BUY things?
Me: Good point. But give her some money this time, and I promise I won’t do this anymore today.
Him: You do know there’s a food pantry you could send these people to, right?
Me: Oh. No, I hadn’t thought about that. Thanks!
He loves it when I send homeless people to his store. Loves it.
You may remember that at a recent doctor’s appointment they did an EKG
because of some pain randomly and of course it was “abnormal” so there was this big deal about “it’s probably nothing” but “we have to check it out” and “the cardiologist will just tell you it’s fine and send you on your way.”
I’m beginning to think they just said those things because I was crying.
I went to the cardiologist yesterday and he did an EKG and it was abnormal too, so now he wants to do another test “just to rule out” and “it’s probably nothing” but “we have to check it out.”
Hmmm. The good news is he says whatever the issue may be, he doesn’t think it will interfere with having my murderous gallbladder removed. So there’s that.
Also, I learned that doctors do not find me funny. Not at all. I suppose med school sucked all their funny out, cause we all know I’m fucking hilarious. I’m going to try again next week when I go for that #biliary bullshit (thank you Sarah!) and we’ll see if gallbladder peeps are more attuned to my stellar wit than cardiologists.
I also learned that when you write notes to yourself on your hand in blue ink while you are waiting for the doctor and then put your chin in your hand so you look calm and like you are a good listener, you end up looking like you spent your time waiting by doodling on your face. Which, again, doctors do not find amusing.
No wonder they think I am not funny and a little crazy.
Lastly, I found these little darlings and just had to bring them home with me, due to the whole crazy bird eye they were giving me.