Creeping up on you

The internet really has way to much information on it at all times.  I mean how else can you type in someone's name, and then all of a sudden 7 years later see a picture of them, ones you know and then new ones that witness that passing of time.  It all seems so unreal.  I have this person that I knew for years in very intimate ways staring back at me, and they don't even know that I saw it.   Hell, I wish I hadn't seen it.  I don't like the past coming back.

All of these peer networks, and facebook and myspace give so much access to people's lives if they put it out there, you don't even believe it sometimes.  Click on a link and you are thrown back into your past that you have tried to run from for so long and tried to push out.  Click on another link, and you are thanking your lucky stars that you didn't end up with a person.  You know you dodged a bullet.  You click one more link and see the family you could have had, and didn't get.  And then there are the real surprises when you see someone that influenced a really close person in your life, and keep it to yourself because you don't want to give them the pangs of regret and remorse.

So thanks to the age of rapid access, I can diagnosis a rash I have never see before based on a picture online, and then turn around and find that my past has crept up on me by seeing a picture of an old flame.

Go figure.

Punch Biopsy and Pizza

The phrase this might hurt a bit was never mentioned. I mean they could have at least warned me that tonight, I would have a burning aching spot on my leg. I just figured since the numbing medicine in my leg wore off, and it wasn't hurting, I was home free. Tonight when I was making dinner it starting hurting.

Yeah, so after ibuprofen, guess what, I now know that punch biopsies really do hurt a bit......later.

They didn't warn me about pizza making. So after making two pizzas, I can say it was the limit of activity. I'm sure trying to make the pizza dough and throwing it in the air, only to throw it a bit too far and too high, I tried to catch the flying dough didn't help as I dove towards the floor, didn't help my leg any.

At least the pizza was good.

One week

Two weeks, no, only one week, one day. I have only one week before I leave for a country I have never been to, I had never wanted to visit, but now had found there was no way to get out of going to. This isn’t the life most people have. Most people do not have the life where they are being forced to go to "exotic" countries for a vacation, but then again, most people do not have a husband that is from an "exotic" country.

In the “exotic country” lives his crazy family, who up until the month of our wedding had never met or spoke to me. It took 4 ½ years from the time we started dating until they even were willing to admit they had lost their son to an American woman. I had led him into temptation, and they were unable to pull him back into their clutches. All part of my evil plan. Until they had acknowleged this undeniable fact, they had refused to even talk about me, to me or meet me. When they did finally come to the US from said exotic country, the tension was palpable. It smothered all around when they and I were in the same place. Being in the same room made it so thick, you could scoop it with a spoon and serve it to guests.

Now 2 years later, I have not seen or had to have any converstations with my in-laws. They are back in their beloved country, and I have stayed in my comfortable America, home of the 1 dollar cheese burgers, SUV’s and women’s rights. They live in a 3rd world country where the norm is arranged marriages, no one wants to eat a cow, and the smell of home to my husband is diesel fumes. Ah, India, glorious, 3rd world, far away India that the only time in my childhood I had ever heard mention was in storybooks like “The Jungle Book” and in “The Seceret Garden”. And everyone I meet just can’t figure out why I am not jumping for joy to travel 20 hours in ecomomy class airline halfway around the world.

No one could really say my life has been boring though. I mean, my god, my life seems like a comedy sketch sometimes. This morning alone I woke up remembering that I had to go to a doctors appointment for a thing that had been on my leg for years. I am not a big complainer. I ignored it like every good person does until it bugs you too much, and then I went to get it looked at. My doctor looked at it, poked at it and said “um, well I don’t know what it is, but we will send you to a dermatologist”. Two weeks later, I had a message on my phone, which I happened to accidentally erase that had my appointment time and place. I remembered it was this morning, but I didn’t know the time or place.

Thank god for google. There was only one dermatologist office around my part of town. I called them at 8:30 and found out I was supposed to be there at 9:10am. I was still half asleep, hair sticking out, sleep in my eyes. My mad dash after that consisted of finding clean, unwrinkled clothes, and my keys, cell phone, and trying to look like I didn’t just roll out of bed. I half managed the look. Oh yeah, thank good for google again, because to go somewhere, you have to know the directions. Yea google maps!

The trip got me to my appointment 5 minutes late. Not too bad. One hour later I was walking out with stitches in my leg. Oh yeah, in two weeks I have to have the stitches taken out. I will be in India. 3rd world country healthcare, here I come. Another fun thing in India I have to look forward to experiencing. Yippie, now I know this trip will be great.