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younger and dumber

Last week I got to meet my older lady friend, who I had only spoken to over the phone and through email. My sports med doctor asked if I would mind calling her to talk to her about my experience with my first surgery (Dr. Meyers, Philly). So I did, and we talked for almost 2 hours. If your know me personally, then you know I'm not a phone person. We have things in common and we understand some of what the other is dealing with. There's very few people I know that could even understand the injuries and surgeries I had, much less know what is was like. I mean, if wouldn't get it either if I hadn't lived it. I only know of two people who I can talk to who understand the medical terminology of it all. We even talked about other things that go with neuropathy, like depression and just feeling like crap while pretending to feel okay. Except, she doesn't pretend. She totally lays it out, which I think is probably because she's older and wiser. I, younger and dumber, pretend things are awesome, smile through it, and suffer in silence as much as I can because I don't want pity, I don't want judgement, and I don't want to ever face a challenge and fail. I think all of this can fall under the category of stubborn.
It was fun to meet her, and her husband. They're so nice and easy to talk to. We talked for an hour and a half without any weird pauses because we both have so much we want to know about the other and share about our own experiences. It was a good visit.

tons of cuteness

I got to spend time with these cuties today:

and then I got to come home to these cuties:

busy fighting extraterrestrials. (edit)

For an unemployed girl who doesn't start grad school till fall, I've been super busy. Like, can't remember anything cause there's too much going on-which isn't like me (starting to scare me a bit!). I have to write notes to myself...and I haven't even reached 30 years old yet. This past weekend, I completely lost my train of in the middle of a sentence-twice. It happened around my parents-which I hated because memory loss and Alzheimer's is a...touchy(?) subject...for lack of a better word. I'm sure there are plenty of better words out there, but I forgot them :)
Yesterday started with the scariest non-spider attack EVER. I'm not usually afraid of bugs...just spiders. Oh-and any bug near Sammy cause of his allergies. But I walked into the kitchen and through Sammy's glass water bowl, I saw a distorted huge black and red thing. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a super scary x-files-esque bug. That may mean nothing to you, but one of my college roommates knows what that is. X-file bugs have the ability to morph. My roommate hated them but never wanted us to kill them, so we would have to capture them in a cup and put them outside. One day, I tried to capture one crawling up the wall....missed...and accidentally cut it in half with the cup. THEN each half separated and crawled off in a different direction. NOT COOL! Anyways, this guy had big 'ole pincher things on its head, and I just knew that he was hiding under Sammy's bowl in order to sneak attack him and pinch him!! Not happening!! So, I get a wet paper towel** and try to squish it. It won't squish. It was hard as a brick!! I freaked out and threw it in the sink and it made a loud clack. Then, my husband calls to see how and what I'm. I tell him I've been fighting extraterrestrials all morning.
"What?", he asked..
"Fighting extraterrestrials all morning."
"Mmmk. What time did you get up?"
"About 20 minutes ago."
"So by all morning you mean 20 minutes?"
"Yep."
 "Ok. Good luck. Love you."
"Love you, too."
 Is anyone else alarmed at the fact he wasn't at all concerned about the alien? Like that was normal? Not only does it alarm me, it also offends me!
Anyway, I washed his scary bug butt down the disposal with hot water while the blades were going, and then covered both sides of the sink (just in case).

My knee is better, I think. It was popping and creaking and grinding the entire time on the bike. Yesterday it didn't start until minute 17. That's gotta be good, right? I have had to ease off one of my rehab exercises for my knee because it is killing my iliopsoas. The pain level is where I was a year ago (high). One thing leads to another...leads to another...ugh.

So today I'm doing my first doggie transport. Two doggies to be exact. Being a part of getting them to their new homes and out of  a high kill shelter is awesome :) Wish me luck! And that neither get car sick!

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** any good bug killer knows you have to use a wet paper towel because dry ones leave too many crevices for them to hide or escape!
  So I stepped away to go to the bathroom, where I found a very large spider making its home in the corner of my sink. I, of course, FLIPPED OUT. There is really no need to explain with words. All you need to know is I'm sweating, but the spider is dead. The spider killing aftermath...and yes, that is a violin bow. And no, my bathroom doesn't usually look like this.

hehehehehe! goodbye!