It was a Friday afternoon in May. I was at work and anxiously waiting to get the weekend started, however, in the back of my mind something was gnawing at me. Had I lost track of time? Was it the medication? I was sure it was the medication. So I contacted a friend to help me clear out my head a little. We did the back and forth where I told her what was going on and she confirmed my thoughts and theories.
By lunch time I'd made a decision. It was time to put this to bed. I was sure I already knew the answer and I wanted confirmation. There was no need in this nonsense taking up any of more of my time or energy. I had things to do. I was ready to put my feet up, enjoy some fellowship with friends, and take in the beautiful spring weather.
I was 33 years old. As I got in my car to run my errand I thought - huh, this is the first time I've had to do this. I was so sure of the answer that I refused to waste any money because of flashy names or claims. I'll take the one for a dollar, thank you. They were all going to give me the answer I was looking for so why waste money?
Imagine my surprise when, much to my shock and horror, the answer I was so sure I was going to get was replaced by two little blue lines...
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