bookmark_bordertaking care of the ladies

I had my first mammogram today. The idea of it all (eg, the boob squishing) was pretty unpleasant, and I probably would have put it off longer if the universe didn’t guide me towards getting tested. And like most things, there was nothing to be afeared of. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as I imagined. And even though I had to press my cheek (face cheek, not boob cheek or butt cheek) against that plastic panel while the mammographer took the side boob photo, it really wasn’t bad at all. It feels good when you do something good for yourself.

I was the youngest woman there today. Getting a mammogram is a good idea for women <45 years old if you want to catch breast cancer early, and if you’re not afraid of false alarms. False alarms are common, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I got called back for further evaluation. Just trying to stay on top of these things. Next stop: Colonoscopyville.

Tonight we watched Aladdin. And I drank wine that I opened over 2 weeks ago. It was still good!

bookmark_bordermy comfort zone

So today was cool. I taught my first class at the language school. I actually taught 3 classes. But really I shouldn’t even call them classes because they were more like tiny groups. There was nothing to be nervous about. The students were all kind, bright, and motivated to learn. I suppose that’s all a teacher could ever ask for. So yes, it was a success; a step closer to a new career goal taken. And you betta believe I wore my new pants.

When I got called to substitute teach today (that’s how it works—I’m pretty much on-call), a part of me was super excited and nervous. And the other part(icle) of me just wanted to stay home in my pajamas. Not so much out of laziness, but maybe a bit reluctant to step out of the CZ.

One time I decided to “step out of my comfort zone” and go for a boardslide on the flat bar at the skatepark. I was so scared, but I thought I should just give it a try. I skated up to the rail and popped my board up on it (I ollied, didn’t just kickturn on to it), and then immediately lost my balance and slammed my knee into the concrete. So that was a fail.

But that’s actually not even a story about leaving my comfort zone. That’s just a story about skateboarding. And the story of going to the school today and teaching my first class isn’t one about leaving my comfort zone either. It’s about me doing and being a new thing, just as I created for myself.

Though I did leave my literal comfort zone (of yome). I did not want to leave my pink chair, the Fatboy, Charlotte, the Street Fighter, the alkaline water machine, the nondairy ice cream sandwiches, my toothpaste-stained DVDASA shirt, etc. I wasn’t afeared. I’m just a homebody at heart, that’s all.

bookmark_borderheaven knows

Why did I just spend an hour looking at nail wraps online…when I already have like 20 sets of nail wraps waiting to be used? And they probably won’t even last through a solid bouldering session.

Why did I pour a “koffee” kombucha at 1 o’clock in the morning…when I knew I should be drinking wine instead?

Enough of those questions!

What a spectacular weekend. I was so lazy. We just slept and slept and ate delicious food and played Street Fighter.

Energy feels a little low right now though. I should meditate and see what gift of a dream I have tonight.

bookmark_bordernot afeared

Lots have been happening. I’ve been really trying to focus on embracing new experiences and trying not to be scared of new opportunities. Amay from the climbing gym totally hooked up the teaching gig for me. And even though I have no idea how to conduct a classroom or deliver an entire lesson, I will be attempting to do so some time in the near future. I even bought new pants for it. So that’s exciting.

In other huge news, I used Google to diagnose Charlotte with bilious vomiting syndrome, and now I’m treating her with famotidine (Pepcid). It seems to be working. She is healing.

Tomorrow we’ll be at the clinic all day. I was going to say that we’re hoping for good news from the doctor, but I have faith and no doubt that the quantum field is responding to my positive energy and creating what is right for us.

We’ll be missing Andy Choi’s funeral, and we’ll forever be missing Andy Choi. Rest in paradise, you are truly one of a kind homie.

It’s 1:19am. Which means it’s wine o’clock.

bookmark_borderunder the fog fog fog

Had a nice weekend, even though the days of the week get blurred for me. I was so lazy and my brain was very foggy. Probably from fighting off the bugs at chemo, not eating healthy/square meals, and napping off schedule. But now that Mercury is out of retrograde, I should be getting into rhythm.

I’m planning on waking up early so I’m going to go to bed now.