November 13, 2015

Butterflies woke me up at 5 – the reason why need not be mentioned, but it has been some time since these guys have visited my body, so I enjoyed it.  I heard from my childhood friend in Switzerland - Ladina.  Her parents owned a hotel in Klosters/Davos and my family and I spent many vacations there. I also learned (with the help of my friend Chuck) that my final presentation hasn't been recognized yet, so I write to the Doctor to get that straightened out.  It'll be that much longer for my intern numbers.   I also noticed sandpaper in my eyes, so around 8ish, I let my supervisor know the conjunctivitis was trying to visit and I made an appointment at the doc's. I also texted first client to reschedule for an hour later, but pink eye scares them, so they said no thanks, another day.

In my own defense, I haven’t even made out with anyone so I don’t know how I got pink eye…I kid.  It was barely, barely beginning, but I am so in tune with my body, as I enjoyed telling far too many people today, so I cut it off at the pass with a doctor visit, but not before a quick supervision in which all the necessary of my 13 clients were covered.  What I love about my doctor – actually she’s an NP, I believe (which is even better) – is she shares homeopathic remedies, too.  Like for this conjunctivitis, 1 tablespoon fennel per cup of boiling water, add a half teaspoon sea salt and compress.  Gone in 48 hours.  That’s cool, except my fennel is packed away.  

The long part was getting the prescription filled, yet every cloud has its silver lining and this lining included all sorts of condoms, lubes, vibrators...pLus, this was at CVS - not Good Vibrations in the Mission District. How hip is Placerville?  It had...Fresh Balls, which  I did not even know was an issue, but for the love of chafing, I’m glad you boys have a solution.  I came ever so close to buying one, but just as I was heading back (after half an hour of waiting) my scrip was ready.    I guess Universe wants me to stay away from balls.

Once I was at work…bam, bam, bam, bam.  Client after client after client.  Yet, every now and again, I’d remember Fresh Balls and giggle like a school girl.  I get my laughs where I can.  I headed to the shelter quickly and passed a gentleman easily in his late 80s or so driving a red 1966 Corvette Stingray coupe.  It was one of the coolest things I have seen in a long time – that car was in cherry condition, too.  Back to office and…one more client. It was here, for whatever reason, that Disneyland came into the mind…how so many people that I know absolutely LOVE going there.  I think for many it is a tie back to childhood (or at least easier days) and they are able to re-live that when they visit.  For me, it is chaos.  Too many people, lines, and no real ties to my childhood.  For me, I love adventures.  When I was a kid, I read Nancy Drew like no tomorrow and learned that not everything is as it appears.  That dirt road you pass by twice a day into town could actually be the gateway to a trail, which, when explored, opens the eyes, ears, sense of smell, everything.  I’ll never forget how the kids reminded me of this when we had a great time exploring Prairie City (which was actually larger than Folsom long ago).  I think Unknown is my Disneyland.  I like that.  Plus,  I managed to get a lot of paperwork organized today, which is kind of an unknown.

Finally, after some tea and such, I headed home, to my girls, to relax with some gentlemen who are a big part of my life…exactly – The Office boys.  And yes, I realized I have focused on balls much more than is healthy today.  My humble apologies.

Pictures:  Doctor's office - prices from 18 something-something.   Sigh...Insurance would have been so much more affordable then ;  Solution to the see-through pant-thingies - a dress and boots!