If My Head Wasn’t Attached

I have this patch of skin on my back, left side, about five or six inches wide, just behind the left shoulder… it itches like crazy!  It’s been there for about a year but it keeps spreading and getting bigger.  It feels like goose bumps but looks like nothing unless you look really closely (at least that’s what people tell me… I have a hard time seeing it.)  So, I finally made an appointment with a dermatologist.

Never been to a dermatologist.  I made the appointment last week. 

My mom had agreed to wake up way too early to come over and watch the kids for me.  The appointment was at 8:00. 

Upon arrival, the receptionist was nowhere to be found but I noticed the new patient forms carefully set out on clipboards.  I grabbed a pen and started to fill one out.  Just as I had finished writing my name, the receptionist came out with a puzzled look on her face.  She wasn’t very friendly and sternly asked me my name.  When I told her my name she informed that I did not have an appointment that day… (yesterday).  She looked at her schedule and said that my appointment was scheduled for the next day (today). 

I could have sworn it was scheduled for November 2nd.  UGH!  I told her that I would not be able to make that appointment. 

Maybe I shouldn’t have but I didn’t want to make my mom come over AGAIN when she’s already been watching my kids a lot since she’s been back.  It’s been a whole week… I know, I should give her break but seriously, these are things that just didn’t get done before because I had NO ONE to watch the kids. 

Plus, the receptionist was rude and I didn’t want to come back.  Silly?  Maybe so. 

I looked at my calendar again… sure enough, the appointment was set for today. 

SIGH

Thank goodness my head is attached!  And now I need to find a new dermatologist.  Know of any good ones?  

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In other news, Anthony is in dire need of a suit (more on that later.)  He has one but it’s way too big.  See, he bought it when he weighed over 200 pounds.  He’s now 167-ish and the darn thing just doesn’t fit anymore.  He looks like a little boy trying on his daddy’s suit. 

Thankfully, the place we bought it from does FREE tailoring on suits bought in their store.  Anthony took it in last week, they sized him and told him it would be ready last night.  So he happily went to grab it.  The tailor wasn’t in so he didn’t bother trying it on.  He would do it when he got home. 

After putting the kids to bed, he went to try on his newly fitted suit and ……………..

IT WASN’T HIS SUIT! 

Ha ha!  I had to laugh.  He was just a little stressed out over the situation until he talked to them today.  They still have his suit.  He was worried they might have given it away. 

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And now in other other news, I have lots of fun things planned, I promise.  Now that my feelings of overwhelmingness (pretend it’s a word) are over, I can get back to being me again.  Whew! 

My stress level has lowered quite a bit but Anthony’s is just beginning.  **insert evil laugh** 

Oh wait, I’m thinking that his stress may contribute to my stress… just a lot bit!  But for now, I’m stress free.  Hooray! 

But it will be well worth the stress, I’m sure. 

Have a great day!!