The Good: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 dogs in the front seat, 1, 2 dogs in the back seat and they are all freaking out!!! I stop and take a peak, make sure the windows are cracked as these canines are sucking up a lot of oxygen with all the panting and barking that’s going on... and then I’m on my way.
HONK HONK HONK HONK HONK... I turn around to see what the commotion is, and it’s one of the freaking dogs honking the horn, and I feel like it’s directed at me, and if HONKS could talk, it would say “hey lady, get back here and open up these doors!”
When I no longer find things like this amusing, that’s when you need to worry that something is wrong with me...
The Bad: The radiation machine on top of me, the technician underneath, his face a few inches from mine... my eyes snap open wide and his does the same as I experience sharp pains in my chest; I don’t remember how I escaped without knocking heads or hitting the machine. We looked at each other not saying a word, hearts beating fast against our chests... then we began the process once again to line up the laser beams with my tattoos so I can be zapped, when all I want to do is feel the floor against my feet and run.
The What the ???: “If you just relax, your arm will be fine” she says as I struggle to position myself for treatments... Wow, why hadn’t I thought of that? All I need to do is relax and I’ll regain movement in my arm, I can’t wait to share this revelation with my surgeon and physiotherapist!
Lessons Learned: Was I “Old Normal” before or just “Normal”? What the heck is Normal anyway???
It doesn’t matter how you say it, filled with sincerity or a smile, I still hate the term “New Normal”...
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