Sleepy Head

whoa! i just accidentally walked into the men's restroom! At first, i saw what i thought to be a "masculine looking woman" at the sink, but didn't think anything of the super-short hair since that look is a popular one around here. I didn't realize where i was until i was all the way inside and saw someone standing at a urinal. i think i officially need a nap.

I got up at 4:45 this morn so i could hit the road early for my 9:15 appointment. Usually i haven't had to leave that early for a monday, but this week is crazy because of the Fourth. I think this week will go quickly because i am going home for the holiday...then next week will be the Last Week of Radiation.

It's hard to believe that i am almost finished with this stage of treatment. Has it really been a month? The first time i heard Dr. Z say i'd have 25 treatments, it seemed like it would take forever. I've spent so much time here that i know my way around, have made some friends and am totally comfortable. I know where to get free coffee.

Makes me think of the first time i was ever here...mom was with me. We had to leave Nacogdoches early that morn too, and right as we were about to pull out of the driveway, my car clunked out. I think i've told that story...how we ended up driving the huge white 16 passenger van from my church all over Houston. After a near panic-attack, thinking i might miss THE appointment i'd waited weeks to get, mom and i were slap-happy

-deliriously-giggly.

The shoes i am wearing today reminded me of a pit-stop we made in Livingston. ( picture taken that day)>>>>>>>>>>

Just the night before, i had stubbed/sprained my toe so badly that i was sure it was broken; it really hurt to touch it, and even hurt to put my weight on it. The van we were driving was missing the flat part of the gas pedal and, after several miles of driving, was hurting my foot. Mom and i traded our right shoes and i was good to go.

Later, after large amounts of coffee, we had to stop at a McBathroom. It was at the height of the Breakfast rush at the drive-thru, and i was feeling a little pressured trying to maneuver this huge van around. These were hungry East Texans eager to get their McBreakfasts and i was in their way, so mom hopped out of the van to head inside....or so i thought.

As i was struggling to get out of the way, i had just put the van in reverse when i noticed my mom standing in the middle of the driveway with a funny look on her face. I thought she was crying at first, but then i recognized the "grimmace" of a full-on silent laugh that comes from deep down in the core...vocal chords paralyzed and face frozen, is the best i can describe. She started to walk towards me, and i tried to open the window but couldn't find the button in the unfamiliar van. Meanwhile, there was a line of cars forming because of me, so i focused on trying to park, thinking i'll run inside and find out what the deal was immediately after i did.

By the time i got out of the van, i realized what was so funny; mom and i hadn't traded back shoes. I don't know if this would have seemed as side-splitting-HA-larious any other time, but we had already launched the hysterics and couldn't stop laughing. While in the bathroom, ladies told us that they wondered what was wrong with mom when they saw her, and others wondered what the deal was with our shoes.

Just as we had regained our composure, a little lady said to us as we were leaving:

"Y'all done got yer tickle box turned on."

So, of course, we lost it again.