Hey team. This week kicked the bejeezus out of me. There have been an unusual amount of storms circling lately, both physically and emotionally, and I am tired. Jobs + life feelings + other people’s feelings + politics + love + hospitals + wedding dresses : sleepy panda. I finally took Tiff’s advice and crashed for a nap today.
I spent the week at the hospital with one of my favorite people, Mama Heang. She went in for appendicitis, and is out of the hospital now, so I can breathe again. You would have never guessed it, but emergency surgery in this country is not a lot of fun. It’s a circus, and the worst circus you have even been to. Where instead of cotton candy, you get to wait in lines, have hack doctors talk to you like you are an idiot, be lied to, and sit in tuk-tuk traffic for a few hours every day. Almost as bad as the actual circuses with sad elephants.
The biggest takeaway from the week is that you need to get health insurance. If you don’t have it, go get it right now. RUN. If you feel like complaining about Obamacare, ever, don’t do it to me.
Apologies for rant and bizarre metaphors, but that’s sort of all I have right now. That, and the promise of seeing Ghostbusters tonight. I am of the mind that Kate McKinnon, Leslie Jone, Melissa McCarthy and Kristen Wiig can fix anything, and that is separately. I can’t wait to see them together.
Alright, enough of this wandering no-topic post. I am going to put on some pants and go deliver a wedding dress that I am super excited about. More on that next week.
Oh, and in case everything about me didn’t make it totally obvious, I’m with Her.