Actually, to be more precise, I have my husband's cold. I had it settling in yesterday morning, and it was coming on strong last night. I didn't sleep well, because I had horrible nightmares, like my in-laws suddenly moved in with us and the only thing coming out the taps was mud, that I somehow caused by using those toilet-drop-in tablets. (Yeah, I dunno what's wrong with me either.)
The one upside to nightmares is that you are so relieved that it wasn't real, you can pretty much face anything else that's coming that day! And what was coming was... *gasp* a mammogram.
OK, I just cannot get over that word. I feel like it should be a ripped guy in very little clothing, cowboy hat, with balloons, showing up to sing something. They need a new word, because in my head it always looks like "Ma'am *wink* o-gram" and then I start giggling like a 12-year-old. Because I'm mature like that.
Speaking of maturity, I think they should have wine at mammogram places. It would really liven things up! I walked in to the windowless waiting room of gonna-get-squished doom, and they basically had an assembly line going of women who were all miserable to be there, and avoiding eye contact. That's no fun at all. I mean, we already know what's coming and there's no way to make that part fun, so why not liven up the waiting room?
Anyway, I survived. I feel like I chest-planted into cinder blocks, but I survived. WHILE I have a cold, mind you.
I bring this up, because my husband came down with this cold on Sunday and proceeded to basically... well, act like he's dying. He got the dreaded MAN-cold. I think I read somewhere that the man-cold is a real phenomenon and that they get sicker or feel worse than women do. I dunno. I kinda want to dispute that, but ok. Whatever.
The real kicker isn't that anyway, it's that apparently with this cold comes a whole bunch of water weight. It BETTER be water weight. Unless I'm sleep-donut-eating, it can't be real (and we don't have any donuts anyway... wait, maybe that's WHY we don't have any?!) But it's demoralizing just the same. Stupid scale. Stupid cold.
Ok, there's a slight chance I'm a wee bit grumpy. A small possibility.
On to brighter news! Yesterday, I didn't feel up to my daily painting, but I did do this one today:
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| 4x6 oil on loose canvas. I decided to focus more on his face, so there was a focal point. I really think it makes a big difference in the painting. |
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| 5x7 inches, oil on cradled wood panel. |
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| 2x2 inch, oil on stretched canvas |
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| 2x2 inch, oil on stretched canvas |
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| 2x4 inch, oil on stretched canvas |
*sneeze*
You made me laugh about "mammograms"! LOL! I agree with everything you said! I hope you're feeling better? Your latest fish is beautiful! I love the other paintings you finished too! You really can paint everything! You are so talented! Take Care!
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear you caught a cold, they do make everything seem worse and mammograms are the pits, even when one is feeling fine.
ReplyDeleteThere is a new proceedure called Table Mamagraphy which does not apply any pressure to the breast. Unfortunately the equipment is new and expensive so very few places have replaced the old mammogram equipment. There is also thermography, which uses thermal imaging so again there is no pressure applied (matter of fact nothing actually touches the body in thermal imaging). However insurance companies refuse to recognize it and therefore won't cover the cost. I truly believe a sadist invented the mammogram machine !
Love the fish painting, it's gorgeous, and adore the cute tiny mice paintings.