Friday, June 17, 2005

Okay this was a slow writing week. After getting off to a great start, I got slowed down. Mainly by the doctor visits and therapy. I had five therapy and/or doctor visits this week with two of those appointments being today. I'm telling you. If you can at all avoid it, don't get hit by a car. Even if it seems minor (you're alive with no broken bones or concussion or whatever), you life will be hell and your schedule will be shredded to pieces. You'll get frustrated because your productivity is reduced and you'll want to not make your appointments, but stuff like back pain, neck spasms, and constant headaches will give you no choice but to go. But, if you're lucky enough to be one of those people who can stay positive through it all, you'll grin and bear it and get through.

Oh, and I go get my baseline mammogram done today. You know, the one I said I was doing like a couple of months ago? Well, I missed that appointment back then. So, I walk up to registration and the lady stares at me funny and asks me my name. She go gets my file and looks up at me and screams, "YOU DON'T LOOK THIRTY-XXX." I say she screams, but maybe it sounded like a scream because it was quiet. Nonetheless, she spoke very loudly. So, I smile. It's cool to get that reaction. She screams again, "YOU DO NOT LOOK THIRTY-XXX!"
"OH, I'M DEPRESSED. I'M YOUNGER THAN YOU AND I DON'T LOOK LIKE THAT!"
(I look around to see if anyone is looking. There's a gentleman at another registration desk laughing and another lady behind the registration desk telling her to lower her voice and don't say my age out loud.)
"I DON'T BELIEVE THIS IS YOU! THIS CAN'T BE YOU!!!"
(Okay, I'm flattered, but now this is getting a little annoying. The other lady keeps telling her to lower her voice."

I tell her that indeed she's right, that I'm an imposter. I stole someone's identity to come in for the joy and thrill of having my breasts flattened between two plates and beautifully photographed. What can I say. It's the feel of the cold hard steel around my breasts. Gives me an adrenaline rush.

The other lady behind the desks laughs, but she ignores my little joke and is staring at me with her mouth gaping open.

"OH, MY GOD! COME LOOK AT HER AND SEE."
(Now I know I should feel special, but I feel like an alien.)
The other lady comes to see and quietly says, "no, she sure doesn't look thirty-xxx."

Well, finally, I got registered and got on with the mammogram. It's stuff like that that can make your day when you're having a rough. :-) Even if you don't get any writing done.

3 comments:

The Everglades Sat Jun 18, 01:56:00 PM EDT  

Your site inspires me. I'm a novice screenwriter, and seeing people who have the work ethic and dedication to make it like you pushes me on.

All the best,

Blake

Cherlyn Michaels Sat Jun 18, 06:58:00 PM EDT  

Blake,
I am honored by your comments. I consider myself a novice too. But one thing I will say is that you can do whatever you set your mind and heart to. And yes, it will take a lot of sacrifice and dedication, but you can do it. Many blessings to you in all your writing endeavors!

Bud Wed Jun 29, 10:36:00 AM EDT  

Ah, but see, you did get some writing done. Very entertaining too. Seinfeld proved you can write about nothing and still be entertaining. I'm enjoying your blog quite a bit. I promise to check out your book soon.