Ideas and a Mea Culpa

First, the idea: I've decided to start posting here as a kind of journal while I work through my issues with creativity and my interactions with God – which are very often the same things. Good idea, A++

Second, a confession: My earlier Facebook post about my health may have read as thoughtful and mature. But in reality is was the result of a mini-temper tantrum a few days ago.

I went to schedule my next haircut appointment and the receptionist replied that the date in my normal time frame fell on Nov 7th... which is the date of my next follow-up mammograms, scan, and surgeon appointment. I got flustered and had to apologize and hung up.

I was so mad!

Like, not scared about the mammograms but just mad because I want to be done feeling like my time is not my own ("Mine! My own! My preciousssssss!") I want to not have ot think about bra I should wear so I'm not sore by the end of the day or have to keep track of a doctor's appointment six months out. We scheduled our 're-do' Food & Wine Festival trip next month around the next mammogram so it wouldn't be hanging over our heads while we're there (like it was last October and with family over the holidays and our family trip this past February) then the surgeon had to change the date of the mammograms and appointment.

GAH!!

Then reality hit and I realized I was acting like a brat (it's ok, I was.) Because I'm fine, with only a few uncomfortable-but-totally-normal things that sometimes linger after treatment. I'm really lucky to have time, and a trip to take, and decisions to make, and haircuts. And a left breast for pete sake. And I found out the mammograms/appointment change was only because my surgeon had the audacity to have her baby. The nerve... 😉

So then I cried to Rusty about how I'm such a jerk.

I know I'm not a jerk and that feeling like this is fairly normal. But I don't like that I know all that and yet still lost my sh*t from time to time. I know better.

Also, I need to confess that I picked a bad week to stop drinking tasty beer and try to finish a bathroom.

Comments

Heather Davis said…
Here's what I'm coming to embrace: We are entitled to our feelings. The end. God gave us our thoughts and our feels and our heart to use! So, feel how you feel and know that you are loved. <3
Stacie said…
Heather , I appreciate the embracing 😘 The mea culpa isn't about having a tantrum, it's about omitting the fact that I had had the tantrum when I wrote the FB post earlier. Because you ARE right – feelings are legit and they were/are part of this whole ordeal. And the truth is this moment of wanting to learn something from all this came about through a process of yelling and crying (poor, poor Rusty.) I hate it sometimes because it feels out of control, but YES!!! ALL of it is a perfectly normal part nonetheless.
Jodi said…
Confession had to google mea culpa.....ha....I blame reality TV, for making me less intelligent. I have the same thoughts and feelings towards going from going to the doctor only when I was ill possibly once a year if that, to being diagnosed with type 2 diabetes, and having to go to the doctor every 3 months. Once she let me not come back for 6 months that one time I got my A1C down to normal range but then decided to live my life and it went back up. now the every 6 months mammograms. Can I just not be a sick person cause it blows. So I feel ya friend, your adventure has been way more exciting than mine, and has limited you, I know it's tough to be patient and make changes to embrace a new normal. So you need to get your crap outa boxes and make something it's really the only right answer to this situation, and theres no pictures in your blog post.....it needs a picture. Love you friend.....we need coffee or breakfast....or SWITCHFOOTs gonna be at bogarts in October and we should go....just a thought.

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