grrrrrrrrr

Interesting day today.  The morning was fantastic; I got out the door on time, and had a nice sunrise to watch on my way to work; work was busy, but not crazy; I cooked some kick ass chili AND some baked chicken with rice and mushrooms (I am set for the week!) and I got the Pea to bed with very little drama.  Two things have me unsettled though, and unable to sleep.


1) A woman growled at me in the dollar store today.  Well, ok, not AT me, but behind me.  At first I thought maybe she was humming.  Then I thought, nooooo, that is growling...definitely growling.  I kept turning around and looking at her, which seemed to catch her by surprise and made it stop.  As soon as I turned back to the front however, it began again.  "Hmmmmpphhhhtgrrrrrr  hmmmmmmmhhhhhhggggrrrrr hhhhmmmmmmggggrrrrrrrr."  Not sure if the spelling is right on...
Every once in awhile she would cough, one of those been smoking for 40 years coughs, which got me thinking, "maybe she really IS humming, THAT is smokers hum."  Well in addition to the hum/growl thing she had goin' on she reminded of the old lady in Snow White, and because of that damn show Once Upon A Time, all I could think about was her morphing into the evil queen...not that I could ever be mistaken for Snow White...but still.  I'm not sure why this is even still on my mind, but it is, and I am a little frightened my Disney obsession has started to impact my life for the worse.


2) I have to go back and get another mammogram, because of something suspicious.  Ok, fair enough...the problem TONIGHT is I had blithely assumed after not getting a phone call from my doctor that all was fine.  I opened a LETTER that came from the radiology clinic today, sure that is was the one that was going to say "We are happy to report..." and just about fell over.  Is this the new protocol?! I am pretty ticked, because had she called I would have at least had the opportunity to ask a few questions and go ahead with scheduling the next round.  Instead, it is after hours, I am now wide damn awake thinking about it (I shouldn't have bothered with the mail tonight...now I want to growl) and even though I know it is probably just a fibroid or scar tissue, I am sitting here in the dark, furiously typing, trying to calm myself down, because I don't know what else to do.  I'm also cupping the girls every so often because the thought of having them smashed again is making all three of us very sad.  I wish I could go with an ultrasound, but then again, that isn't much better...been there, done that too, and having that little wand jammed into my boob hurt almost as bad as the giant masher.  Worse was watching the facial expressions of the tech as she went around and around the damn spot all the while saying she couldn't comment on anything because she wasn't a radiologist...I nearly had a stroke.  I liked the cheerful expression and hug I got from the mammography tech much better.  Buddy The Elf should do ultrasounds.

http://youtu.be/u-C0Av5ICYw  (who hasn't been the raccoon at one point or another?)

I guess I should at least try and go to bed...if nothing else I can sit and growl while I watch Elf...sooner or later I am bound to fall asleep.