This morning I had to go to the hospital to get some blood work done. Waiting on results from the EEG and CAT scan. I'll have those next Monday. LP (spinal tap) is finally scheduled for Tuesday the 18th. Silly doctors that go to Greece. Blech! So I was out running a few errands this morning thinking about my conversation last night. When it rains, she said, it pours. But she didn't mean it in the way most people think. And I know what she means. I'm living what she means.
"What's it like out there?" the jeweler asked me as she worked on my watch. It has been broken for over a month. 9:45am on September 1st was the last minute it told time. I was so excited to be getting it fixed. A working watch! I almost wouldn't know what to do with it!
"Gloomy. Drizzling. I don't know that it will actually really rain though." I told her as she began to remove the dead battery. We conversed casually for a few moments. I told her in this casual conversation that though my watch had been broken for over a month, I endured the ridicule of those around me and wore it anyway.
"Oh no, what's this?" she questioned. "What's this little hand doing over here?" then she came over to show me another "problem" with my watch. The second hand was now floating in the face of the watch. I've been wearing it for a month, stuck at 9:45am, so I know for a fact that when I handed her the watch the second hand was firmly affixed about 1/3 of the way between the 9 and the 12. Trust me. I was mortified. She broke my watch.
"You won't be able to have it back today." she explained. I said nothing. But my disappointment must have been evident. She quickly turned and took it back to her boss...the master jeweler. I have no idea what was said behind the closed door. But I hope she told him she broke it and I wanted it fixed. That's what I would have told him.
I could have cried. All I needed was a new battery and she broke my watch. Thankfully, the master jeweler was indeed able to repair my watch. And in about 10 minutes I was on my way. Working watch. And I don't really care if the lady broke my watch or not. It tells time once again.
The sun is trying to peak through the clouds. Look up. Can you see it? When it rains, it pours. And she doesn't mean that the way you think.
Back in college, in 2004 when blogging was hardly even a thing yet, I was here. Blogging before blogging meant anything to anyone. You can look in the archives for my past writings, but it was much more like a journal in the past. When we started fundraising, I messed around with the idea of launching something new for this new phase of our journey but actually hated that idea. I am a sum of all of my life and so much of it is here already. So I'm keeping it here. At least for now.
My main focus these days is blogging about our newest journey into the bizarre and wonderful world of gestational surrogacy. Posts dated 2013 and forward will trend heavily toward that journey. I don't promise everything I write will be about though. There might be other things that sneak in occasionally.
Please come along our journey with us. As the saying goes, "The more, the merrier!"
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