I have a mouse. He is freaking adorable, but he is not allowed to live in my house so the game of Catch or Kill is on. I prefer “catch”, but if I have to resort to “kill”, I’ll do it, because mice aren’t very good house guests at all. They use your good towels on their muddy feet, don’t put the little wrappy thing back on the bread, and put empty cartons back in the fridge. I’m pretty ruthless about empty milk cartons.
I’ve spent the last week in a kind of frenzy of gratitude and excitement and fear. The fabulous people who particpated in the boobiethon netted me $2,555. You know, the ‘thon has taken its fair share of flack over the years, because Komen was the main recipient (and for the boobies)–but, in case anyone ever tries to criticize them because the women who need it don’t benefit–send them to ME. Send them here: I am a breast cancer survivor and the Boobie-thon has just paid for the next 4+ months of my COBRA. I don’t have the proper words to say how much this has meant to me. I’ve tried thanking everyone who donated to me (I think I thanked a few of you twice–haha) and it feels like it was just this litany of “thank you, I’m overwhelmed, and OH MY GOSH!”. hahaha. If I babbled to you, I apologize. I really was completely overwhelmed. Thank you Mel for doing such a fantastic job as the organizer, and thank you Statia, for nominating me. I love you guys so much. I’d be remiss not to mention that Pete’s image went up to $350, and my very good friend Jason is also auctioning off a shot for me (it ends Tuesday). I have such amazing friends. I really do.
There is a sense of relief that this little bit of attention is kind of over for me now, though. I have to admit–I felt like HIDING a lot last week. I have no idea how I suddenly became The Shy Girl, but oh maaan—I just felt so completely undeserving of all of the kindness directed my way. I couldn’t look at my stats, because I’m so used to the 20 or so people who read this and when there’s suddenly 700 views on your blog…it’s scary to feel so opened up and vulnerable. I’m not used to it. :) Overwhelmed.
Physically, I’m doing really well. The hot flashes haven’t gone away completely–but, they have subsided. I think I had one yesterday. Hurrah for Effexor! My hair–much to my chagrin–is very curly. DO NOT WANT. Seriously, I actually had a moment yesterday in which I missed my wigs desperately. I feel terribly ungrateful for disliking my hair, because–helloooo, at least I have hair, right? WHINGING! I should stop that. I’m just super lazy and hate fixing my hair every day. Seriously I do not get how short hair is easier. Ponytails are easy. Massive amounts of hair gel are not.
What a difference a week can make!!! For reals, people–my biggest complaint about my life right at this second is that I have to fix my hair. I’m going to stop and just enjoy that for a minute or two.