Yesterday afternoon I went to see my doctor. She decided that I needed to get x-rays to ensure that there was no dislocation. However, the imaging place to which they generally refer people was closed, so I was sent to St. Alexus hospital.
I enjoy Catholic hospitals. They somehow comfort me more than non-Catholic ones. I grew up going to one for appointments and visits to a new sister and various relatives.
I checked in at the front desk and was given a pager. A PAGER! Like they give you at restaurants. I made a lame joke about my table being ready. The hostess/receptionist gave me a weak smile and I mentally applauded the effort. It would be about five minutes before they had a booth available for me to get registered.
Finding no magazine to peruse and not feeling like walking around, I sat in one of the lushly padded armchairs.
And then it happened.
I remembered that I had my 99-cent Harajuku Lovers notebook in my purse. AND a pen.
Instead of just sitting there making up stories about the people I saw, I got to write them down.
No, there weren't any stunning observations about the general public. There were no achingly profound truths of humanity exposed.
But for those five minutes, I was once again a writer. The kind that sits in comfortable chairs in public places with a notebook or a laptop. I wasn't wrangling a toddler or grocery shopping or talking to anyone.
For those five minutes I got to reconnect with a part of me that gets exercised so infrequently it is shameful.
Put pen or pencil to paper. Not to make a to-do list or to sign permission . Write a note for someone.
That's all I got.
Oh, and THIS:
Pink dress. Green polka dots. Another Betsey Johnson I found hiding in my closet.
I just realized I kind of have mom hair. fuck.
I think it is satin-backed crepe? Or just crepe? Whatever, its a size SMALL and I love it. The construction is amazing.
In the spirit of full disclosure...I AM wearing a controlling undergarment and the panel across my ribs was pretty tight.
That dress was the only BJ small I EVER fit into.