There was much to celebrate this week. Let’s get right to it.
:: On Monday I visited the Urgent Care. I paid a nominal copay and received good care in less than an hour. Then, I drove to the pharmacy and paid for my over the counter medicine. When I got home, I fell into my comfortable bed. I woke up every couple of hours because I was in pain, not because I was worried about access to care, money, or a place to sleep. I am blessed beyond measure.
:: To be honest, I don’t remember much of Tuesday. I drank chamomile tea, that much I know.
:: Wednesday defied all expectations. I went to a dinner Jessica hosted for Shutterfly. It was so much fun! I met some incredible women there, and I spoke about myself without passing out, stuttering (much), or whimpering. Also important to note: I drove over an hour to get there (Oceanside) and had to take SR76 at night which, from my part of southern California, is a two lane, windy road with no lights until you reach Oceanside. I barely even thought about all the vampires and serial killers waiting for me in the bushes. I was concentrating more on the man tailgating me the entire way back and made sure to give him the Whatever, You Bastard-Side Eye once we hit the 15.
:: My stomach felt really good on Thursday, and I made progress on the boys’ shared room. The best part of Thursday was the present I received in the mail from Rachel. A vintage multiplication card with the right answer, a vintage picture of a birthday cake, and confetti big enough that it won’t get stuck in the cracks of your floors. It’s easily one of my favorite birthday presents, ever.
:: Happy Birthday to me. It’s Friday, and I’m 40.
This weekend is ALL ABOUT ME. Just kidding. It’s my brother in-law’s birthday on Saturday, so we’ll celebrate both birthdays on Sunday. On Saturday I’m having lunch with one of my oldest friends. Should be awesome.
Happy, happy weekend, everyone!