I started at the Salon Nouveau, where I got my toes and fingers painted a lovely shade of hot pinky red called Ecstasy.
(Too racy for this portly old spinster?)
From there I stopped in to see my eye doctor at the Wal-Marts to have a look at my eye, but I was informed that he is no longer there and has retired.
(Wonder if it was something I said?)
Then I hit a drive through for a quick lunch (nope...not gonna even talk about it), and then it was on to the lab for some quirky labwork that has to be done at the lab and not dialysis. It was there that I overheard everbody talking about the snowmageddon that's headed our way, so I broke out in a cold sweat, got the labs drawn, and drove a thousand miles an hour to my therapist appointment.
(Well, maybe not a thousand miles an hour exactly...more like a warp speed 35.)
I was three minutes late and thought about having a nervous breakdown right there, since Dr. Leslye would be the perfect person to fix it, but we just chatted instead. As usual, she just shook her head and asked me if I thought maybe a sedative would be a good idea?
(Apparently, despite my very best attempts to hide it, I am still a nervous and complete mess.)
When my hour was up I left Dr. Leslye, called my Jersey Boy on the car phone thingie and told him I would be home in a minute, but that I was going to stop at the Martins to get some coffee creamer.
Needless to say...me not being in a grocery store for a few months, combined with the feeling of impending doom, and coupled with me just wanting to hybernate all weekend...resulted in a lot more than coffee creamer.
But there will be a good dinner tonight followed by cake!
If life were normal, I'd put my jams on, break out the stitchy basket, and watch the snow fly and not worry about it. As a matter of fact, I seem to remember looking forward to snow storms, so that I could just hunker down with Stewey and the fireplace and enjoy it.
But guess what?
I have to figure out how to get to dialysis tomorrow.
It was a little nerve wracking to be told "Just wait and see what happens in the morning" by my nurse, but I suppose that there really is nothing to do but that very thing. After all...I'm not the only dialysis patient on the planet.
(Just the most needy, it seems.)
OK...I'm off to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Stuffed pork chops, asparagus, and roasted potatoes...followed by a golden butter cake with chocolate frosting.
I'm determined to stitch tonight, if for no other reason it will calm me down. Maybe I'll pop my headphones on and watch a little Flosstube too, just for extra good measure.
Happy Thursday, Dearies! Hope it was swell and that you'll come tell me all about it!