Day 9: Thankful

I started and ended the day with reminders that we should never take our health for granted.  Even if you have nothing, you still have your health, and when you don’t have your health life can be very very tough.

After a late night… this morning came very very early.

I woke up at the crack of dawn to walk with the BFF and her group in a fund-raiser for the arthritis foundation.

Looking around and seeing the young kids with arthritis was heartbreaking.  It is bad for anyone, but to see children suffering is so unfortunate.

We met, we walked, we ate… a good time was had by all, and then it was time for me to bolt.

I had an appointment with a friend who is also a stylist.  She donated an hour of her time to me for a birthday present, and we were shopping for accessories for the birthday dress.

We hit the jewelry store first and found a cute pieces to wear, then the hunt was on for the perfect bag.

We knew what we were looking for, but we just had to find it.  We started with the discount stores, and went from there.

There was Charming Charlie, H&M, then it was off to Ann Taylor Loft, White House Black Market, Banana Republic, J Crew, and the list goes on… finally we walked into Ted Baker and there it was.

It was perfect…. exactly what we were looking for, except a bit more than I was planning to spend, but what the heck.  I’ve been splurging on the birthday for a while, what’s one more thing right?

Besides this one I’ll get quite a bit of use out of I’m sure of it.

I was excited with the purchase, that the outfit was complete and I could check one more thing off my list.

Then it was off to meet some friends at a benefit to raise awareness for bone marrow donations.  They were asking for cheek swabs to gather DNA for potential matches.

As much as I appreciate and am thankful for being healthy, I have an extreme aversion to the medical world.  I step it up when I need to but if I can avoid it, I do.

This was one I couldn’t get around…. so I gathered the guts to fill out the paperwork and get swabbed.

The swabbing wasn’t what concerned me, it was what comes afterward if you are a match I have concerns about, but perhaps I should have been concerned with the swabbing.

When I went over and grabbed the giant q-tips I was ok, but as I started rubbing the inside of my mouth I felt myself getting nauseous.

I thought maybe it was all in my head, but when I walked back over to the group one of the girls said ‘are you ok?  your face got white as a ghost and we were concerned for you.’

I told her I was fine, but then started to remember passing out at the orthodontist after getting spacers when I was a teenager. I chalked it up to a strange coincidence and drank a beer.

Only a week left until my birthday and perhaps I should be thankful for being healthy and not concerned about changing the first number in my age.  There are certainly worse things in the world, and I should consider myself lucky…. and I do in so many ways.

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