She Did What?
Odd things happen to me all of the time, and I'm always exposed to the weirdest comments and behaviors, but when you're not well it takes on an entirely different hue. I'm not given over to reporting much about my life, but I felt I should explain that I haven't been writing much because I'm not well. I'm still making the rounds of doctor's offices trying to even name what it is, but in the meantime, it makes for a very dull life when I'm just working and being at home feeling fatigued and out of it.
Twice this week I had to go in to a doctor's office for blood work, five vials in all, and on the first visit, when I was signing out, the receptionist was complimenting my hands and my nail color ("Strawberry Marguarita"). This girl was a nail polish enthusiast. When she heard I was wearing one of the colors from OPI's new "Mexico" collection, she said, "Oh. I have on one of those as well, but on my toes." She then proceeded to remove her shoe and sock and hoisted up her foot, with toe ring, to show me OPI's "My Chihuahua Bites" red.
Just to establish how sick I am, earlier this week, after a long day and too stunned to even move in the evening I had on the television watching a Maryland Public TV (MPT) show called John Denver: A Song's Best Friend. I hate John Denver.
No. I mean, I really hate John Denver. I've never been able to stomach that let's wander the mountainside picking wildflowers watching the eagles soar braying kumbaya voice of his, but I sat there and watched the whole thing. The next day I thought, "Man, you are really sick." John Denver. The litmus test.