on the night in question

Yesterday started with my first ever full physical. At 8 am.

Mostly, that meant I had to stop eating at 8 Sunday night, and had to wait until after my appointment to consume anything but water.


I mean, water is good, but NOTHING else? No coffee?

Fudge to that. I mean, I did it, but I wasn’t happy about it. The lack of reasonable reading material at the doctor’s office did nothing to help.

I’m sorry, am I missing something? Is this ‘Powers’ person a joke? What ‘Powers’ moves DO wow women? I didn’t actually pick it up, because that would have been validating it in a way I wasn’t comfortable with.

When I got home, I had oatmeal with bananas, peanut butter, and pumpkin butter. And three cups of coffee.

During my physical we made a really good trade. I gave them five gigantic vials of blood and in return, they gave ME a tetanus shot. Best deal ever, amirite?

I don’ t know if it was the shot, the blood loss, or a combination of the two, but I was completely wiped for the rest of the day. I even tried to use my ‘queen of the world’ refrigerator magnet to encourage clear thinking.

Then? I ate more. Everything in sight, really.

It’s hard to tell what’s going on here, so I’ll fill you in. It started as a gigantic apple cheddar scone and a huge mug of hot soup. It turned into a mush of the two. I ate half of it before I was energetic enough to photograph it.

I have one or two servings of this soup left, but I’m not sure it’s good anymore. It’s a week old and it seems to be less than healthy. That bums me out, because I hate wasting food – I really need to focus on making amounts I’m capable of consuming in a timely manner.

I pulled the bandaid off in class, and dude. Seriously? Look at the damage the tape did.

Also, please note that I truly have a handy little freckle to mark the needle-stickin-in spot.

After class I went to a happy hour with some of the other women in my department at school. The food was on the department, so we got a little crazy.

A chicken quesadilla.

A flaming cheese of some kind that was so delicious looking that one of my co-lady Computer Scientists whipped it out from under my camera so we could start the chowdown.

And? A whole smorgasbord of other delights.

It was awesome.

Of course, it really ate into my homework time, and we know how I hate it when that happens.

Did you survive Halloween night and live to fight another day?


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