Oddly enough, I am not nervous now. 2 hours ago, well that was a different story. This afternoon I was injected with a radioactive isotope (I really did not like chemistry-and I am pretty sure I misspelled that) but the only warning I received was stay away from very young children. So I am one hot mama. I bet magneto could find me right now in cerebro (xmen reference). It came to my attention that a way to control pest is to sterilize them (radioactively) -so if they get up and move- they can't reproduce somewhere else. Not kill them-just make sure they cannot procreate. WOW- that is what is happening to me- sadly I would not be able to attract the opposite sex anyway since I will be missing the-"headlights". For my theologian friends (and family), I give you one of my many questions for God. Humans are, from a purely scientific perspective, mammals, so why is it that we are the only ones whose breast do not dissipate after we have weened our off-spring? Don't tell me it is the apple that we convinced you to eat. Surely, he enjoys a good laugh. Don't say cows- because they have to be injected with steroids to keep producing milk. Did I just compare myself to a cow and a bug, even though I can be pesky, I might have thought that one through.
Bumps: not being able to sleep- but tomorrow I will be out/under for 3 hours. That should count for something.
Battle: pesty self confidence coming into play. I think that is what makes this one hard. I have really never struggled with self confidence. Why is so much attention on our tatas? Why should it matter? They really don't define me...but I have been carrying them around for 30 plus years. Talk about baggage!
Blessings: I feel the presence of God walking with me. I feel the comfort of so many people praying for me. I got the message tonight that SFC baseball wore pink for me today. 2400 miles away and you guys can still make me cry. I love you all. Kelly Raines- the food was delish!
Love you all. Will post as soon as the hillbilly heroine (Oxycontin) kicks in tomorrow.