I didn't sleep well last night. I had a bad dream and I can't remember any of it. I do remember it involved me running away from people who were trying to hurt me.
Paul (ND!) called and woke me up this morning, all chipper and perky. He's bipolar in that sometimes he's one of those morning people, and sometimes, he's not. Today was a morning person day. He wanted to know if I wanted to meet him for breakfast. Paul doesn't do booty calls...he does breakfast calls.
Yeah, you can say it. He totally wants me.
I showered and drove to Sharps, which is some place in Brookside I've never been to. A tasty breakfast later, and we part ways. He to go home and go to bed because he has to work tonight, and I to return to my house and find something to waste my day on.
Still bummed my plans to stain the deck were thwarted, I busted out the can of paint I bought a while back for my office and painted said office. Of course, the computer cabinet is too big for me to move by myself, so I could only paint around it. I selected a gray-based purple color. Not Barney-purple, but more lilac with gray in it. I got most the office painted (save for that area behind the cabinet that I won't be able to get to until I can finagle someone into coming over and helping move it), and I am quite pleased with the color. I'll post pics after it's all done and I get my shelves and junk hung up.
My doc's office called today to inform me that my second exam was also abnormal. So much for hoping for a fluke thing. The nurse said I need to go see a gynecologist RIGHT AWAY. RIGHT AWAY for any doctor's office is weeks away. The soonest I can get seen is July 11, which is stellar because I get to go to a seminar on Strokes that morning. A full day of excitement, I can't hardly stand it.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous about the whole thing with Heather's Adventure Kingdom and it's malfunctioning main attraction. My mind blows through all the scenarios, and I envision the worst things possible (because creative minds always do). What if it's cancer? What if I can't ever have children? What if, with further testing, the doctors find a calcified twin that I absorbed in utero??
It's worse to be a nurse and to have anything medically wrong with you, because you know exactly what can, and probably will, happen to you.
For now, I will try to clear my mind of it. Instead, I will go to Lowes and look at new outlet covers to match the new purple office.