October 20, 2017
Note: You’ve probably noticed different designs and colors appearing in my blog header. I have been experimenting with varoius ideas and just like to pop them up on the blog for a few days to see how I like them. I haven’t yet found a final design, but just didn’t want you to be surprised if you continue to see me trying out new ideas.
So yesterday was both beautiful and unbeautiful.
Here is the unbeautiful.
The infusion (for Rheumatoid Arthritis) was preceded by x-rays of my chest, feet, hands as well as an injection into a swollen, painful knuckle.
I usually don’t cry during the injections but yesterday broke that record. When a knuckle is already sensitive and then someone inserts a (seemingly) 9-foot needle into the hurting place, a few tears are bound to escape. Fortunately I have a compassionate doctor who is not at all taken aback by weeping females in his office.
The beautiful side of the visit was that I happened to look up how much my monthly infusions cost and found out they come to a grand total of $46,000 a year. What’s beautiful about that is the blessing of insurance. It’s expensive insurance for sure, but still better than paying that much money out of pocket. I am grateful for the beauty of good medical care.
After all the various needles had all been stuck into various body parts, I took myself off to a few post-appointment shopping spots. I have been looking for a new watch since my old one broke a few months ago but haven’t been able to find anything I loved in my narrow price range.
I went into my favorite Greenville thrift store (My Sister’s Closet) and one of the first things I saw was a watch from Chicos, one of the brands I always look for in thrift stores. (I don’t usually shop in the actual store unless I have a gift card.)
The watch fit like a dream, looked like it had never been worn, and was only $10! As you can imagine, I was a happy gal.
On the way home, I stopped to enjoy another beautiful part of the day.
When I got home, there were two more beautiful things waiting for me.
Sarah had made a delicious dinner featuring these sausage, egg and cheese muffins. (Breakfast as dinner is one of my favorite ways to eat.)
After Lorrie and I moved away from each other 40 years ago, we would write lengthy handwritten missives to each other–often 6 or 8 pages at a time.
E-mail pretty much put an end to all of that but sometimes that familiar script will pop up in my mailbox and take me back a few decades.
I have seen the phrase, “Love, Lorrie” hundreds of times in my life and am grateful for the beauty behind those words and the beauty of a lifelong friendship.
What about you? What was beautiful about your day today? Or maybe it would be therapeutic for you to share an unbeautiful part of your day. Both are gladly welcomed.
And also: Are you a watch-wearer or a non-watch wearer?
I sometimes think it’s a generational thing. Nathan says he never wears a watch; he just looks at his phone to find out the time. I’ve nticed a lot of other young adults who do that, as well. I have always worn a watch and feel like there’s something missing when I don’t have one on.
Thrift stores, fuzzy socks
and conversing with my Yorkie
are all on the list of things I love.