Monday, May 21, 2007

spending too much time looking at the closed door...

When one door of happiness closes, another one opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us... (Helen Keller)

This week, if I had health, I could:

  • go to a party tonight for my friends graduating from med school.
  • go to a wedding shower on Wednesday for my friend who is graduating from med school today and getting married on Friday
  • go to a wedding on Saturday (I WILL BE AT THIS EVENT, come rain or come shine.)
Oh, and it's Memorial Day this weekend! (I should be glad, I get an extra day off, but...)

The cold still is with me. My mood has turned from "eh" to worse.

And I can quote portions of Season 4, Vol 3 to you: (Carrie) "That's my squirrel?" and "I can't believe you're going out with someone named after a tree!" and (Miranda) "that's my scary age"(43) and (Carrie) "45 is mine."

Last night I sat between two men who talked to each other about the 10% rule or the 10 year rule. So gentlemanly of them...one had the theory that age of girlfriend shouldn't equal more than a 10% difference between yours. I actually remember having the "age" conversation with said gentleman at exact seat, at least a year ago. The other had the theory that 10 years older or younger, as long as it wasn't illegal. Nice, guys. Real pleasant for this 35 year old almost-SPINSTER to be listening to. I think I'm getting very bitter. Is it any WONDER???

Also, had an email exchange with my psychiatrist this morning:

Me: "I forgot to schedule after our last appt, when should I reschedule?"
Him: "If you're feeling fine mood-wise, 4-5 weeks. If not, then sooner."

Until this morning, I think I would have said 4-5 weeks. I don't think my current therapist has seen me cry yet. I think she'll be getting full use of her Kleenex box this morning.

This afternoon, I HAVE to look at my bills.

A happy thought: I have some clean clothes.

Oh, and did I mention that today has already been:

trip to the chiropractor.

In a few, I'll hop in the car for:

trip to the therapist.

Then I'll catch a quick lunch and then motor to Oakland for:

a blood test. (It's for the study I'm in, see other blog.)

I've been re-reading Jill Davis' Girl's Poker Night. I love this book. I love this book so much.

2 comments:

Poppy Buxom said...

1. Mr. Right is very often Mr. Would Never Have Guessed It Was Going to be Him in Million Years.

2. Anyone who makes up rules like that 10 percent rule is an asshole. Who is single. And will probably remain so until he gets his head out of his large intestine.

Sarah Louise said...

1. Yep

2. No comment. Well...no. No comment. I've already said enough...

SL