So it's been quite the week for me. Last Friday, I spent the day at a Disaster Preparedness Workshop, which was interesting, and good stuff for me to learn (since the day before, I found out - SURPRISE! - I'm in charge of that stuff for the library). The down side was the beginning of the weekend deluge, which meant that I was pretty wet when I got home. Though at least getting soaked going home means you can immediately change into some dry cozy clothes.
Saturday morning, I had an appointment to get my hair cut. Woke up feeling like crapola, but was determined not to miss my appointment. Came home from that completely soaked - even my down jacket was soaked through. Stayed put, until that evening when we were going to Karen and Sebastian's house for dinner. That was a lot of fun, with yummy food, and good conversation. Plus, we haven't seen Seb since Christmas (well, Tim saw him once or twice, but I hadn't), so I was especially glad to see him, as I'm sure he was thrilled to see me ...
Sunday was my actual birthday. Deluge of rain continues. Feeling sick continues. Time change has caused everyone to bitch and moan about how much they hate the time change. Deluge cancels plans for birthday afternoon hike, so we'll just watch some movies. Fine, but first I go to CVS (during a brief rain respite) for some medication I need for a test the next day.
Waiting in line at CVS, a woman approaches me.
Woman: Excuse me, I know this is none of my business, but are you a cancer patient?
Woman: Oh, because I was going to tell you that they make wonderful wigs now, you wouldn't *have* to wear your hair that way.
I was so stunned, I had nothing as a response. I looked around me, and no one seemed to have noticed.
Fortunately, the rest of the day included a yummy dinner, cake, and presents. Pulled it out of the depths and prevented it being an all around sucky weekend.
Monday, then I headed off to my medical test, having taken my medication before I left the house. Sadly, I didn't take enough and the test had to be rescheduled for this afternoon. It went fine today, but due to the fact that I had to have an IV each time, now both of my arms look like I've been tripping the light fantastic with heroin ...
Never fear, though. Tomorrow is Friday. The weather has turned really nice. My sister and brother-in-law are coming to visit for the weekend. And tomorrow is March 19, making it St. Joseph's Day, which can mean only one thing:
Get thee to an authentic Italian bakery, and enjoy!