I’m in one of those moods.
I did end up “telling” a bunch of people, but not until after I was reasonably certain that all was well. I guess I should be glad that my sense of foreboding never panned out, and yet here I am. a bit tired/frustrated and I suppose that I should cut myself some slack here. but part of me would not have minded that other outcome . . .
there was an e-mail titled, “Mona’s cosmic body part”
(this will only be funny to you local folks who know and love my dear friend mona . . . )
So my stalking of my doctor’s office has paid off, and I got the news this morning that the CT scan of mi lumpito came back as “normal”. I was then told that, if I would like, I could see a “general surgeon” to talk about whether we should consider having it biopsied.
I should be jumping up and down, right? “Normal” is good, right? And yet, I just have this sense that things are somehow not quite right in Mudville, and as a result, I told my doctor’s office that yes, I DO want to talk to the surgeon. El Lumpito is not very large, but neither has it gotten any smaller, and although I am struggling to discern whether this is my hypochondriasis kicking in or if it’s an intuition that I should pay attention to . . .
Reading stuff like this makes me hopeful that I’ve made the right choice. But for those of you who are Jesus followers, I would greatly appreciate your prayers for discernment on my part, and the ability to separate out what is an actual risk from what is just my neurosis, or even better, something big and lovely trying to get itself born . . .
So it wasn’t bad enough that my car broke down on Sunday, or that I found out on Monday that the repairs will cost something like $1500 (which I don’t have now, and am not likely to have anytime soon . . . or perhaps EVER.)
And it’s not enough that my call to my doctor’s office this afternoon to see if they’d received my CT scan results yet yielded a “no, we don’t have them yet”, despite the fact that the brand spankin’ new hospital where it was done claims on its website that its “new, state-of-the-art technology” enables them to share test results with lightning speed.
(or that I threw up from the contrast dye they had to inject–yes, that was ALSO on Sunday.)
But today, on top of all of this, THEY REPO’D MY TRASH CAN!
I’m out of checks (I stopped tithing in June, the first time my car broke down, and I hardly use checks otherwise) and this is one of those bills that just seems to fall by the wayside–it’s not easy to pay it online–so I just never got around to it. Not that I have the money at this point, anyway . . .
In her book Traveling Mercies, Anne Lamott talks about how a lot of things going wrong at once is viewed by some as evidence that “something big and lovely is trying to get itself born“. But she doesn’t totally buy that, and neither do I. I think that part of the problem, though, is that I do foolish things like titling my blog, “I wanna love You better whatever it takes“, not realizing that God might take me up on my offer.
Right now I just need to crawl into bed and spend some time feeling sorry for myself.
So when I graduated from college, I told myself I would never again eat ramen noodles. In reality, however, I really don’t mind them, especially if they are cooked thoroughly.
Every now and then, I will see the more expensive versions in the store, and will find myself wondering, “is it really worth it to pay 59 cents instead of the 17 cents I pay for the regular ramen?”
(yes, I know . . . there is surely no more important question in the entire universe!)
Finally, I decided to purchase the deluxe variety recently, and I have to say that I was extremely pleased with the results. And because I regularly read fancy food blogs written by folks much classier than myself (like this one and this one), I found myself wanting to appropriate some WT version of a cooking blog, so I grabbed the camera and tried to photograph the lovely noodles:
Sadly, the picture really doesn’t do them justice, but I am happy to report that they were definitely well worth my 59 cents! The broth was miso-flavored; the noodles were thicker than my usual brand, and it was just an all-around enjoyable experience.
Plus I get to blog about it . . .
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