One Foot on a Banana Peel

Thanks heaps, Eve, for choosing to commit that original sin that wound up getting us women cursed for all time.  Yes, we were originally blessed to be the ones with all the "plumbing" to bear children, but thanks to you we now have a world of woes to go with the privelege and I’m not just talking about cramps, PMS and the pain that goes with childbirth.

Take me as a case in point.  I take medication because without it, I hemmorage every month.  Last summer I had surgery to remove cells that were as close to being cervical cancer as they could possibly be without actually being cervical cancer.  Last week I had my first mammogram.  My doctor called Friday, but I wasn’t home so I returned his call today.  I need to have a "spot compression test" because there is a thickening in one area.

Probably nothing, I know.  I’m not panicing or anything.  I’m just tired of the seemingly never ending parade of "female problems."  Oh, and it isn’t the most welcome of news when Tim’s oldest sister just had a canerous lump and several lymph nodes removed and will be starting chemo and radiation soon.  Worst case scenerio is fresh in everyone’s mind right now.

As for the weekend, we had a good one.  Tim and I dropped Megan at her party Friday night then went out for dinner and hit Wal-Mart.  Saturday we went to that vacation pitch with our friends.  It wasn’t exactly a time-share deal, but it was outrageously expensive.  They made it sound like a great deal, but I don’t think they were expecting anyone to sit there with a calculator (which we did) and disect the whole thing.  No deal at all if you really do the math.  They did give us a voucher for a 3-day vacation in one of three places.  The fine print says that all expenses outside of the airfare and hotel are the "winner’s" responsibility.  They don’t tell you what those expenses (such as taxes, entertainment tax, etc.) will amount to up front.  No, they want you to pay a $50 deposit that you will get back when you check in to the hotel.  So basically, it costs $50 to find out whether or not you can even afford your "free" trip.  I think we’ll pass.  Ah well, we had a fun day with our friends and came home through downtown Pittsburgh and had dinner at the Spaghetti Warehouse in the Strip District.  Sunday we went to visit Matt.  We had lunch with him and did a bit of shopping and got signed up for a new cell phone plan.  We got home in time for me to watch the Steelers lose.  Again.

Awww geez….my friend just called me.  I didn’t even know it was her at first.  She was hysterical.  All I could make out was "They killed him!"  Well, holy cow, I’m freaking out wondering who I’m talking to and who was killed.  Finally got it sorted out and learned that a state road crew had just flown down her road and run over her dog.  Ugh.  They never stopped to tell her and when she chased them down they basically told her ‘Oh well, it was an accident.’  The supervisor was on the truck and he said he wouldn’t do anything about it.  Nice.  I got her calmed down and now she’s trying to decide what to do since it was her daughter’s dog and she gets home before either my friend or her husband.  She’s obviously going to notice the dog isn’t there.

I totally understand how my friend feels.  I’m a pet-person, too, and my pups are part of my family.  I’d be devastated if that happened to one of them.  As it is I’ve been squeezing the stuffing out of them since talking to her and they’re looking at me like I’ve gone nuts.