Monday, April 12, 2010

Enough With the Googling

My tonsillectomy has been scheduled since the beginning of February. But it's just now starting to become real.

It's been two months of me casually mentioning in conversation that I'm having surgery, but until today, it didn't really seem real. I'm not sure why it hit me today, but I think that I realized that there's only a little over two weeks left on the calendar to actually get everything done.

I found one very helpful website with lots of valuable information. But I had to quit googling after I came across a video that I could only watch the first 15 seconds of. Then, I decided no more googling. I will allow myself to visit the one website and that's it. If I have any other questions, I have to rely on the doctor.

I'm sure there will be more on this soon.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

At Least I Smell Good

Last week, I was in Target after a long day at work. I was wearing a pair of cute new shoes. I just needed a few things, so I was just planning on a quick trip in and out. I walked into the soap aisle right as someone else was walking out the other side. I walked toward the body wash I wanted and right as I went to grab it, a bottle fell off the top shelf, busted, and splattered everywhere.

Everywhere.

All over the floor. All over my pants. All over my new shoes.

It all happened so fast, I wasn't even entirely sure what happened.

About that time, a Target employee walked by the end of the row with another guest. I tried to get her attention without trying to slip on the mess, but was unsuccessful. Another employee walked around the corner about the same time. I'm sure she saw the distress in my eyes. She told me she'd be right back. I stood in the aisle by myself, holding a hand basket with nothing in it, with a full bottle of spilled body wash covering me from the waist down, and surrounding me in large puddles. I'm sure I looked like a real mess to those walking by. She appeared again a moment later with a large roll of paper towels. She handed me a bunch. I started wiping at my pants and shoes and she started cleaning up the floor. I thanked her for her help, grabbed the body wash I wanted and high tailed it to the counter to get out of there.

Oh, the things that happen to me.

Seriously.