Hey, what happened to my flashback Fridays?
When I have an upcoming appointment scheduled (and the latest one was this morning at the university hospital) my whole self goes in to a semi catatonic state of mild dread. I don’t function well, unless you consider worrying to be a skill.
The funny thing is I don’t realize I’m doing it until there’s this rush of relief flooding over me when it’s all done and I’m driving home and the sun is shining and it’s Friday and the weekend and FRIDAY! Oh yeah! The flashback thing I started.
But first, finally I talked to a doctor who would like to try something different instead of repeating the same procedures in what has seemed to be a random fashion, always giving the same negative results. So instead of doing yet another needle biopsy less than four months after the last double one, he did only an ultrasound this morning. He is going to schedule me for a core biopsy instead because it removes a larger tissue sample on which they can do more tests. And it involves a local anesthetic, and thus a needle but there were no needles today!
So until that’s arranged and the cycle of dread begins again, I feel light-hearted and anxiety free and in a mood to make fun of my hair styles over the years.
From age six to grade six to Teachers College graduation, the Dutch boy cut morphed to a bob with a Hollywood wave and then to a sleek whatever that is. Easy to look after mostly, and in the process of growing to acceptable hippy length standards.
In between somewhere there was this.
The original cone head? I can’t even. But look at that swanky screen door with the big M. I remember when we got that, thinking it was pretty nice, and a good backdrop for a photo I guess. Who knows what all was going on in my pointy little head.
Hope you’re having a no needle Friday wherever you are, and whatever the state of your hair. Don’t worry, one day you will get to the point where it’s just hilariously funny and doesn’t really matter that much anymore. Except maybe to the people who have to be seen with you in public. But that’s their problem.