Prepping for my meeting with a disability insurance agent on Tuesday by updating my budget/living expenses spreadsheet. I am LAME. (But having adequate life insurance, disability insurance, and retirement strategies somehow makes it a little less painful)
On my way home from SoulCycle this afternoon I stopped at the Darien Whole Foods to have lunch. I am a Connecticut cliché.
When your mom tells you how distant you are and you have to remind her that when her mother was dying and your sister was off skiing and you were supposed to be taking a med school exam, it was YOU who skipped her exam even though you were unable to get any official blessing from the dean, took the risk of failing a med school class and hopped on the first plane you could so that you could hold her hand. And how when your dad had his heart attack it was YOU who found the right doctor to take care of him, found coverage for your 12 hour shift for the next day and drove home so that she didn’t have to do it all alone.
“Look like you like me,” I instructed him as the waiter held up the camera.
The waiter snapped a picture and looked at the result. He smiled and said, “He looks like he likes you” and handed me back my camera.
6 months minus 2 days together and we finally have a picture together.
So far my sister’s taste in bridesmaid’s dresses has proven to be a) expensive and b) unflattering to me. This is especially amusing since she and I have the EXACT same shape.
Seriously, people. What is the appropriate budget for a bridesmaid’s dress for a wedding that is being thrown on a shoestring budget?
Hey all. Some work shit is hitting the fan right now and stressing the HELL out of me. It is NOT related to patients, or saving lives, but I really need your good thoughts, prayers, whatever you have to send my way.
Last night the man picked me up after work, handed me a glass of wine as soon as I walked in the door, let me read on my iPad while he cooked me dinner, and gave me a shoulder massage. For so long I have hoped to fall for a really nice guy. I think I have.
My heart is just so heavy for my hometown right now. My family is safe, as they live well outside of Boston. But this is my city, my home, my people. Thoughts and prayers aren’t nearly enough, but that’s all I have to offer right now.