So those that are/were in contact w/ me on a daily basis you know that I love to show off my bruises, bug bites, scars, wherever they might be J and tell the usually funny story of how I injured myself. I've even made others touch my huge spider bite and feel how swollen my feet are, etc. (insert wicked laugh here).
And I just realized I'm THAT woman. I'm the old woman who lists all her illnesses/wounds and symptoms and exact medication prescribed for each one. Wow. That will be my saddest thought all week . . .
New resolution #17 for 2007! I will no longer go into to details on my illnesses/battle wounds/whatever unless you are 1) My mother q) Tiffin or ") my roomie (sorry yall, but I have to whine to someone!!)
The downside of this is that all the rest of you will never know what I experienced this morning on the subway and what ALMOST happened and what DIDN'T happen or even what DID happen. No fun juicy details for the rest of the (thankful) population unless you get on your hands and knees and beg.
Suffice to say, I lived through this morning (barely) and will tell no more illness tales until that fateful day when I give birth to 8 children at once. Ewww.
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