I woke up this morning and before my eyes had even adjusted to the gray morning light, I felt the feeling. I sometimes wish that I didn't get those premonitions. That I could just get blind-sided by the universe more often, and not have to know it's coming. To have to wait for it.
I didn't take my time getting ready. If the Universe was going to be in my face, I was going to be ready to fight. Maybe I'd even strike first. You know, put my toes to the line and let 'er have it. Strike fast and hard, like Dad taught me. How many fathers teach their daughters to fight? Probably the same kind that teach them to use guns. And change radiator hoses.
Toes to the line. Strike first.
I left the computer in sleep mode. No time for blogging. In the shower, my stomach flipped. My hair had been falling out too easily, no matter how gently I worked the conditioner through. Roommate had noticed and even brought it up last night.
"Your hair's been falling out a lot."
"Side effect of the new wonder pill."
"Or stress. Seriously, you okay?"
"Hella wicked fine."
There's liquid Ivory Soap in the shower. I don't use the froo-froo stuff anymore. Too many smells too early in the morning. I move the suds down my shoulders and... is that a...
Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. I make the call to New Doctor as soon as I get out of the shower. His office is open at 7:30. I call at 7:15 and am not surprised that his nurse answers. She says to come in. So I miss my 8 AM and go in.
Toes to the line. Strike first.
Turns out, it's not. New Doctor takes more blood (we do this every other week), gives me antibiotic for swollen glands and tells me to take it easy. I laugh. Don't worry about the hair, he tells me. Your body's just responding to the change in hormones. Duh, I think. I can read the insert. Doesn't mean I like it.
At 9:04 AM, I'm already tired of fighting with the Universe. So, I make a cup of tea, take time to blog (cyber therapy) and decide to take it easy at work today. Unmaking my stress. J's email is the first in my inbox when I open my Outlook.
Hey Sister Sledge,
Just thinking about you. How you doin'?
Hella wicked fine.
Posted by This Fish at February 23, 2004 09:14 AMsometimes winning against the whopping forces of the universe means not fighting at all. hang in, fish, have the best day you can!
xoxoxo
Hugs..you know I lurve ya
Posted by: brian, the 646 guy at February 23, 2004 12:34 PMLife can hurt..but we are stronger....'cause our spirit is strong!! Keep smiling...laughter is the best medicine:)
Posted by: Thora at February 23, 2004 03:03 PMYou should have one of your many male friends give you a massage. I think you deserve it.
Posted by: Michael at February 24, 2004 03:50 PM