The hospital called about tomorrow's festivities. I was hoping they were calling to cancel. No such luck. They wanted information about my insurance, my next of kin and my religious affiliation. You know, just in case I DIE!!!!* I was hoping that when I told them I was a Unitarian, they would say, "we don't touch your kind here." No such luck.
*It's not the dying part that I'm unhappy about. My faith in Jesus and Heaven give me peace in that regard. However, even though I know He loves me no matter what, I really don't want to meet Him when I've got a tube up my ass!
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Leave everything to Our Sisters of the Tiny Breasts. Implants are such a worthy cause..
ReplyDeleteThey don't normally call off the festivities, do they? Good luck with everything.
ReplyDeleteOh Girlfriend! I have to get one of those too because my woo-woo friend detected something awry with my energy in that general area. I think my doing that 12 day cleanse was a good thing and will prob schedule the procedure right after I finish a cleanse when I am all nice and empty!
ReplyDelete(When I told the doc that I wanted one and why she said "I wonder what insurance code woo-woo falls under? heheh She was cool about it!)
Good luck tomorrow - I'll be thinking of you!!
I'll say a little prayer. Pay no attention to that man with the Tiny Breast fixation......sigh.
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