Timing is everything. I have never felt so emotionally and physically prepared for any kind of medical visit as I did yesterday. I thank all my friends who lined up to take care of me - My drop-off. My pick-up. My back-up. Phone calls. Emails. All my journal pals who support me all over the country. I mean, literally, I feel held. In your hands - the hands of Spirit.
I spent two hours yesterday morning, feeling immobilized by fear, unable to get out of bed. A reassuring phone call from Cheryl finally gave me that extra oomph to get a move on.
The weather was mild - Spring-like - so I took Hunny for a longer morning walk than usual. I think even she was surprised. It did us both a world of good.
I went to get my legs waxed and Minu noticed something about me right away. She said, "You look good. Your face. Your skin. Something's different. Did you cut your hair?" I just liked hearing all that so I took it in. Later I wondered if it was my glazed look of terror or the missing nosering.
As I was laying on the table, it suddenly occurred to me that I willingly get on her "examination table" as often as every month [when I can afford it] and volunteer for this excruciating pain! It's a 20-minute process, sometimes longer. Hot wax and ripping. From toes to bikini. Underarms. Sometimes eyebrows!
I thought, why am I worried about a little one-time, split-second needle? Seriously, that's what helped put it all into perspective for me.
Leaving the salon, driving down alley, I noticed a beautiful [possibly homeless] man carrying a large bag of bottles and cans. He was searching through dumpsters. I stopped and asked if he wanted my empty water bottle. We locked eyes and smiled at each other as he took the bottle. He started to turn away but instead called out, "Hey, you have nice...uhh...beautiful eyes." I thanked him and told him to have a nice day.
Oh yeah, it was a good day.