So can you tell by this picture what I got myself for Christmas this
year? A little baby amoeba! I don't know exactly what kind of parasite
I have because I am in this fancy doctors office and it is the day
before Christmas and he has a lot of patients and I don't want to take
up any more of his time. (It is not just on holidays that I have this
issue with doctors. I never ask them everything I would like to. I
think I developed as a kid with a busy mom an astute sense of when
someone has more important things to attend to and I try to take up as
little of their attention as possible when their eyes look like they
are focused on something much more worrisome. Anyway, enough about my
past. Back to my present!)
So instead of asking this guy who tested me and gave me the good news
about these little creatures inside me, I am googling amoebas from his
waiting room and seeing that even my moods and general forgetfulness
lately and stuff COULD be attributed to these buggies. I'll take the
excuse. And the antibiotics and whatever else he's giving me.
Have you guys ever had one of these things?
Another very barely related question: do you become more generous with
yourself around the holidays? I do. I'm usually someone who does not
like to buy myself things. Emily and I have completely different
emotional responses to new purchases, for example. She feels excited.
I generally feel guilt and remorse and panic.
But around the holidays when I am buying for other people, I also feel
looser about buying myself stuff. Like while shopping for Charlotte, I
threw in a couple of things from my own longstanding Amazon wish list.
Woohoo! Curious what you've gotten yourselves this holiday season, if
anything. And thanks for bearing with my waiting-room rambling, if you
made it this far. If you ramble about yourself in your comment, I will
read it to the end too -- to be fair! Xo