It's Wednesday, Right?

Thank you for all your kind comments and well wishes! I finally feel better! Turns out I actually had "strep throat" and after receiving two shots today I am like a new person.

Being the patient is always kind of a goofy experience. Mercifully Mr. Lipstick drove me to the appointment. I was just too tired, too weak, and in too much pain to manage it myself. Since my fabulous doctor created an appointment where there was none, I knew I was probably going to experience a bit of a wait. I remembered to bring my iPod. Some middle aged woman looked at me disapprovingly, her brows furrowed and her lips pursed. I wanted to cough on her. A man to my left glanced at me with a mixture of surprise and, "gee, why didn't I think of that?" in his eyes. Mr. Lipstick stoically read and highlighted the finer points of limited liability partnerships despite non-stop HGTV on the waiting room television.

While I was waiting a woman walked passed me towards the reception area. She was wearing a simple cotton dress. All of her hair was carefully tucked into a small starched black bonnet with a myriad of little pins. Her skin was clear, and she wore no make-up. Pentecostal, Mennonite, maybe? I was so intrigued that I immediately began listing all of the groups for whose members might dress in such a characteristic manner. Suddenly I was self-conscious. I was deep in thought, but did I appear disapproving? I fervently hoped not. My eyes instinctively fell to the floor.

Another bit of minutiae to capture my attention...she was wearing plaid Vans. What?? Vans. In case you've forgotten, here's a reminder.I just couldn't resist mentioning that fun fashion paradox.

Before I could begin speculating on the polyester content of the latest patient's red pantsuit, my name was called and I was ushered into the inner sanctum of the exam room. Isn't it funny how sometimes just seeing your doctor makes you feel a little better right away? When I was growing up, our family doctor was Dr. Jimmy. He was nothing short of amazing. He would walk in, pat your knee, and listen. My current doctor has a very gentle manner and a soothing voice. My recovery was beginning. After two shots in the but-tocks (run, Forrest, run), I was on my way to back to normal life.

Normal life includes, of course, a bit of swooning for him.Oh my goodness, I can't even tell y'all how much I loooooved the 7 foot tall Adam with KISS. Sigh...I heart Adam. I don't even really care all that much that he lost AI. I think there will be plenty of Adam music and merch to offer some satiety for my Adam cravings. It's all good. He's great though...the voice, and don't y'all think he looks like Elvis...