Every time I turn around I’m coming full circle.
Yesterday, I broke down and made a doctor’s appointment. It’s been over a week and my knee and elbow still feel like a**. Instead of self-diagnosing, (which is SO my M.O.), I decided I’d leave this one up to peeps who are much smarter than I.
Enter Dr. Walker. (Again!)
She’s the same doc who gave me a clean bill of health on my crippling side cramp a few short months ago. When I rolled in to her office, half the staff cried, “OMG! Brook! How did your marathon go? Did you finish? Are you happy? Will you do it again?” (Notice they didn’t ask if I WON the freakin’ race…they are far too smart for that.)
So we catch up on all things marathon and then the good doc asks for the low down.
It feels totally ridiculous to tell someone you tripped over your dog or your own a**. I also shared that I was in my hot pink pajama pants and Cat Hat. I had to give her all the deets, you know? Hell, she reads the blog, so she already knows I’m ridiculous and a tad bit dramatic. What did I have to lose?
She did a quick exam on my leg and arm. Good news — nothing is broken. Or torn. Or misplaced. Or hell, displaced. (They took x-rays just to be sure…the wrist x-ray was negative and my knee shows non-problematic calcification.)
Normally, it would have taken me 3 months see a doctor. I’m one of those people who thinks sh*t just magically gets better if I give it enough time. But the truth is, I no longer have that kind of TIME.
I’m announcing my next BIG adventure Tuesday.
Hey — before I make an outrageous, (and bold!) announcement like what I’m about to share, I needed to make damn sure I could put my money where my mouth is. Looks like all signs point to go.
Anyhoo…enough about that. Here’s what’s up for the rest of the week:
Today I’m flying home to catch the Great American Comedy Festival in my hometown. (Johnny Carson and I went to the same high school — currently it’s my SOLE claim to fame.) So I’ll be seeing my peeps, lovin’ on my nephews, snagging a cocktail (or twelve!) staying up way too late and laughing my a** off. It’s my last big hurrah before I launch my next busting of the a** BK sh*t show. I can’t wait to share!
P.S. If you THINK you might know what my next BIG adventure is…come over and guess! (And if you happen to already know…please keep it to yourself!) www.facebook.com/BrooksFirstMarathon. And don’t forget — if you run a race this weekend, post your pic to the timeline so we can celebrate YOU!
P.S.S. I got a box in the mail earlier this week from someone I didn’t know. It was a fabulous necklace from Origami Owl…the sender’s name on the invoice was Ashley. So I wrote Ashley a kick a** thank you note and mailed it yesterday. Then I got a call from my mom asking if I received a package. I said, “Not from you…but I did get the most amazing gift from someone I don’t even know.” Mom says…”Yeah, um Brook, that necklace was from ME.” Good to know a girl name Ashley is getting a kick a** thank you note from a stranger. Cripes.