(or pearls. I was just advised that they are not the ‘bubbles’ in ‘bubble tea’)
woke up this morning and went to the doctor. I won’t bore or disgust anyone with the details of my internal strife. Let’s just leave it with this: it is not life threatening, it is only life annoying. Yay for that. Really, I mean it.
The trip to the hospital was very exciting. I don’t really mean that in a good way. The registration department gave me lots of details about MY HUSBAND’S medical history… yeah. See, it’s not really a big deal since I know the ins and out of that guy anyway but that is a violation of HIPAA, right? I think so. Interesting. Later, in the waiting room a woman FLIPPED OUT. She looked pregnant and very miserable and I guess she just couldn’t take it anymore. She was escorted out huffing and puffing and swearing. That left me with my little Balzac model and my empty urine cup that was given to me for the wrong test. The nurse came to get me (for the wrong test)…. yikes.
What is the best way to celebrate a non-life threatening diagnosis? Maybe bubble tea. I went with my sister and my son. My son does love those steamed buns. It was a lovely time… but of course, today is one of those mixed blessing/so-so days so on the way home there was a little incident. I met up with my neighbor on the corner and while I was speaking to him to men got into a fight across the street. The fight got worse and worse until I decided to get my cell phone out. One guy was going to KILL the other by braining him with a cement planter. Yes. My son was asleep in the stroller and but fifteen feet away a man was apparently trying to end the life of another with a large cement object. I did call 911 but the man missed, the bloody men parted and went their separate ways to get stitches, press charges… I don’t know.
So now I have the rest of this day to do whatever. I have pretty much done all I mean to do today. That means it is time for Balzac and (actually, I have no idea what my son will be reading/doing).
Happy Tuesday.
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