I’m back from 10 days in California. During that time I watched the Super Bowl with Anna (ok, the last 3 minutes anyway); shopped for and cooked a birthday dinner (ok, Liza made the dinner) for my friend Tanya; called on my first grocery chain and talked about banana and tomato programs; went to the produce market with Liza; went to the flower market and put together 15 wedding centerpieces with Anna (ok, she designed them, I just copied); spent the night with my friends Betty and Bob; set up the wedding flowers; consulted on some advertising plans; had my hair cut (thank you, B!); went to a mall (twice!); did 2 store produce department site visits; washed and dried most of my clothes with a lipstick, and drove 8 hours each way there and back. Oh yeah, and had another botox treatment. And I’m wondering why I’m so tired!
I think I may have finally nailed it. I had a prescription for Ativan from my solu-medrol roid rage experience and I asked Dr. G if it would be ok if I took some prior to the treatment. Generally he gives me a little valium and I squirm and gasp and cry and cuss, despite it, and we both agree that we are not BFFs for those 15 minutes. So when I asked him about the bigger daddy Adavan, he said, “oh yes. Please do.” I took 2.
Although it was Anna’s turn to accompany me on this visit, Liza came with me instead. As an EMT, she is a virtual rock when it comes to anything medical procedure related, whereas Anna is more like me, squealing at a pinprick of blood. Bright girl that she is, she brought in an LA Times crossword puzzle book and proceeded to yell out clues which all 4 of us in the room were yelling out answers to. It proved a wonderful distraction. I was also stoned out of my mind.
I only yelled out the answer “F*** you!” (or variations on that theme) about 4 times. Considering the names I’ve shouted at Dr. G during past procedures, we all agreed that was pretty good.
So now I’m back home in Tubac, worn out and sleepy. But I’m wearing a thong.