I have never been more proud of one of my best friends. She did not think she would have been strong enough today, but she proved she is one of the strongest people I know. I know you read this, I don't want to publish your name, but I love you. I could not be more proud of how you handled yourself during such a difficult time.....in fact that goes to your whole family. I love you guys more then you know and am here no matter what.
After the services today, we went to a late lunch at Fridays. Now there was the usual group of us, plus my friends mom. Due to the crappy day, we decided a drink was in order. Of course I had the difficult decision of having a salad or a drink due to my INR levels. And I know that I should not have either one but the fact of the matter is my INR is messed up from the steroids so I felt like I could make the decision. The drink won over, but out of EVERYONE at the table, I was the one who was carded. Now I don't mind because I have been told I look like I just graduated from high school but of course that is my type of life....being the one from the table to get carded. Meggie said it was because he wanted to make sure I was legal, but that's just because we were all giggling so much about being carded.
Today we also giggled about the fact that I had two books in my purse, but in my defense, I had taken one from Meg to read. But I'm the type of girl who gets the big purses because I keep my books in there, not because I fill it with makeup or other girlie things. Before this whole fiasco with my stomach, I used to carry snacks in their as well. I am not a typical girl.
I need my readers to help me with an important decision that may change things a bit. Weird that I am turning to everyone here, but I kind of want some input on what others would think.
First is my mom showed me a tiny article in Family Circle advertising a writing contest. It has always been a dream of mine to publish something, mostly a book but at this point in time anything. Far reaching I know, but I just have a strong desire to do so for some reason. Anyway, I wrote this short story during my senior year in college that I had difficulty writing it because it is about a group of women who mean the world to me. I have always had the itch to write a book about them, if I were to write anything, and this story for one of my classes was the perfect start. Now the story was shared, and some tears were shred but I kind of want to submit this story, just to see if anything would happen. Of course I will need to make sure they agree, but I want to try, even though it terrifies me. I pose this question to you guys, especially because some of those amazing women read this, should I try to submit this story of mine?
One slight snag may be that the story that needs to be submitted has to be a work of fiction. My story is non-fiction. Or creative non-fiction....but some may not know that after reading it. I'm so confused, and so insecure about the whole writing thing. This blog made me nervous at first, but the more feedback I got from family and friends about my writing encouraged me to continue.
As of now, I can't go to the parade on Sunday. I'm hoping this fun fact will change tomorrow when I ask Tommy if he can switch with me. Seeing as he is an Italian, I don't see the need to go to the St Patrick's Day parade but he would be the type that would want to go crazy just to do it. I'm hoping he can throw me a bone, even though I have asked way too much from him in the past few months.
I'm also nervous about the next few days at work because I think I'm going to be standing still a lot and that has not been good for my leg in the past. But we are going to see how I do, and cross your fingers it's okay.
No word from the primary doctor about my freaking ultrasound on Friday. I just don't understand HOW they can let me sit here and freak out about my blood clot for a whole weekend and not call me the first thing this morning. I called her after the services to ask for the results, at which the time was close to five, and have not heard back from her. Once again great job doctors, I'm just shocked why people don't really like you.
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