I'm always surprised when I see how fast time has gone by and how long it has been since I have written. I feel like I just wrote the previous blog a few weeks ago and it's actually been months. The fact is, things in my life kind of suck right now. Eh, not even kind of. They do suck. Really really badly and I don't want to turn this blog into a big bitch fest or whine fest or woe is me fest so I just don't write at all. Maybe that should change now that I've had a sort of epiphany I'll tell you about in a bit.
My dad is still sick and struggling. I'm struggling with my future and where it will lead. I still haven't found a job. I've been randomly breaking out in hives from all the stress. And on top of all that, I've been sick as a dog this week myself.... bad bad sore throat. Seriously the most painful sore throat I've ever had. I'll never forget when I was 14 years old, I had to have my tonsils out. The big selling point that doctors and parents used to get their kids more at ease with having this surgery was that you will never have another sore throat again.
Biggest lie ever. Granted, I have a lot less of them since I had the surgery but I do still get them. And this pain took me to see my doctor yesterday. She jabbed that swab on a stick down my already aching throat to give me a strep test. I don't know how you react when someone jabs a stick down your throat but I almost hit her! I felt so bad. It really was an instinct/reflex. And after all that it turns out I don't even have strep. In fact, before she jabbed me she was looking in my throat and said she didn't think it was strep because it seemed the infection was further down my throat. And then she looked in again and said, "hmm your uvula is kind of swollen."
My uvula!? In case you don't know, the uvula is that little thing hanging in the back of your throat despite the fact that it sounds like a part of the female anatomy. But I was thinking something else and I kept my cool until I got my prescription for antibiotics and left the office. As I was walking to my car I started to giggle. And by the time I got the car I was laughing my ass off and my uvula was not liking it! I couldn't help it. How do you hear the word uvula and not think....
The whole way home I was muttering to myself, "I don't know Babs" and giggling to myself. And it is here where I had my sort of epiphany. There are things in my life right now that truly and strongly suck. But through it all I am always able to find some humor in the situation I'm in and I can still laugh through the pain both physical and emotional. That's pretty cool.
So while I drink yet another cup of hot tea and honey and moan about my aching uvula, I'm going to laugh!