Early lunch
Mar. 17th, 2011 11:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisI am end-of-day wiped out and it's not yet 11:30... I am trying the bologna sandwich with Ruffles potato chips and a Diet Dr. Pepper cure. I did not go the gym this morning because Marci's class is this afternoon and I can tell you now that I am really looking forward to it. It will be a lovely break and a lovely change and based on past classes, when it's done I will be so glad to get back to my nice sweat-free computer screen.
I just cancelled my foot doctor appointment on Monday. The bump is still there but I can poke it hard and it does not hurt one bit. It's not in the way of anything. I can't feel it when I walk. I'm declaring myself cured. If it comes back, I'll call back and get a new appointment.
All this radiation talk is taking me back to the Bomb Shelter Days of the 50's and 60's. (My friend, Becky Gantt's next door neighbor had one and their kid (a boy, of course) who was our age said that under no circumstances would they let us in when the bomb came so we hated him.) Official red paper ID tags that we were issued at school to wear in the case of a bomb. Duck and Cover. The Threat Of The Mushroom Cloud.
Of course we studied about Hiroshima and Nagasaki but we were safe because we could duck and cover and would be saved by our red paper tags... Ok so I might not have grasp the whole thing exactly correctly.
Oh and I finally connected the dots to my dream about my ex-husband... all the talk about 3 Mile Island. It was my birthday - my first after we were married and he thought it would be better if we stayed in and watched the 3 Mile Island news instead of maybe going out to dinner or doing anything birthday special. (We were in North Carolina with slim chance of getting microwaved.) I sure held on to that special memory!
I just cancelled my foot doctor appointment on Monday. The bump is still there but I can poke it hard and it does not hurt one bit. It's not in the way of anything. I can't feel it when I walk. I'm declaring myself cured. If it comes back, I'll call back and get a new appointment.
All this radiation talk is taking me back to the Bomb Shelter Days of the 50's and 60's. (My friend, Becky Gantt's next door neighbor had one and their kid (a boy, of course) who was our age said that under no circumstances would they let us in when the bomb came so we hated him.) Official red paper ID tags that we were issued at school to wear in the case of a bomb. Duck and Cover. The Threat Of The Mushroom Cloud.
Of course we studied about Hiroshima and Nagasaki but we were safe because we could duck and cover and would be saved by our red paper tags... Ok so I might not have grasp the whole thing exactly correctly.
Oh and I finally connected the dots to my dream about my ex-husband... all the talk about 3 Mile Island. It was my birthday - my first after we were married and he thought it would be better if we stayed in and watched the 3 Mile Island news instead of maybe going out to dinner or doing anything birthday special. (We were in North Carolina with slim chance of getting microwaved.) I sure held on to that special memory!
