Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Miss A. Laneous

In junior high, I used to pretend in my head that that was my name.

Weird. 

I don't really have anything to say, but these few things:

1.  After my four days in Artesia, this morning I weighed 218.  That's not how I wanted it to be.  But I didn't do what I knew I had to do to make it any different. 

2.  I got a call from my oncologist's office saying that my pap smear came back negative for cancer.  Praise God!

3.  Tomorrow, I have my annual physical with my primary care doctor.  As with all things medical, I dread this and could go to a place of anxiety and fear if I chose to.

Wow, I think that's progress.  Have I always had a choice?  It sure hasn't felt like it.  My usual spiral down to anxious angst before doctors' appointments sure hasn't felt like anything that I chose.

But, I need to remember that a choice can be a split-second activity - made so quickly that we have no awareness that there was ever any other option.

It's those split-second choices that bite me in the butt.  

It's those split-second choices that bite us all in the butt. 

The collective butt. 

And the words "collective butt" seem like a good place to end this post.  I want to watch something uplifting tonight.  I'm gonna start with a couple of episodes of Walking Dead. 

Love,
Miss A.

1 comment:

  1. Dave Barry would say that The Collective Butt would be a great name for a rock-n-roll band.

    MB

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