GRRRRRRR (or meow)

Sometimes things come along that knock me off my feet flat on my back. Stunned, I lay there for quite some time. Wallowing in self-pity; seeing no way out of the doom & gloom. Usually then replaced by feelings of karma; surely, I’m being paid back for something I’ve done. As I lay sniveling and staring at the black clouds I reach a point where I get angry.

This is a relatively new stage; something just discovered several years ago. And one I truly enjoy. It’s the moment of “wait a minute, I don’t have to take this shit….” It’s the full lunge forward; the lion in fast pursuit of his dinner; the ‘ain’t no stopping me now’ moment. Great things always come out of this moment. But it’s not one I can call upon; it just happens.

The other day hubby said he was surprised I was so docile; if this were happening to my mom or son I would be chewing on the hospital administrators' jugular. I told him it was because I probably had a debt to pay for a past indiscretion. This morning I woke up and dusted myself off. I spent hours on the phone with the insurance company and hospitals and doctors. As a result, hubby was issued marching orders and has picked up my films and referral. I have a diagnostic mammo scheduled for Friday at another hospital. Don’t tell me to wait until someone’s cold goes away….

Now let’s just hope my cells have the same 'teeth-snarling' attitude....

Keep sending positive vibes; it’s working.