I went to see my Dr. today. I've known him since I was eighteen. The last time I was in his office, my file broke the plastic holding thingy... I mean really. He is mine for life and wherever he goes I will follow. As I walked in through the lobby, someone had smeared feces down the hospital hall... I though... well, sh*t... that's not a good start to my day. After I helped a mother of two carry her stroller to get past the horror, I continued on to my destination.
Dr. D. My Doctor. My hero. I love the office staff there. Theresa , Mags, Cathy... they are a good time. They are understanding as I ALWAYS remove my shoes before weighing in. I have always recommended that the scales be in the examining room... that way we could be nekkid and not have the extra weight of clothes. Seriously, I can't be the ONLY one to have this idea. Anyways, my point is, it's a comfortable place. Dr. D and I discussed the usual topics. Taxation. The fact that his mother is a Liberal and it blows his mind. Vacations. The very cool container on his desk that says "Ashes of my Ex-Wife"..etc... We then talked about his crappy computers wich led down a bunny trail of thought until.. Dernit. I said something.. and then he started to CRY. OMG. Are you kidding me? Apparently my referral to the recent rash of robberies in our area reminded him of his families home invasion when he was a little kid. I had no idea... I was speechless, which for me.. is real terrifying. REAL. What do you do when you accidentally send a fifty something(ish) man back to his childhood terror. In my case you say... "Well, DAMNIT Dr. D... HAPPY MONDAY!!!".... until he laughs.. because really. Of all the LUCK...
Anyways, I shook it off. I continued with the day to my next destination.. where to? Well, the grocery store. Harmless right? It should have been... but there were cute little teenage girls in the doorway, doing a survey.... "Ma'am would you answer a few questions for us?".. I'mma a sucker for kids..so, I agree. Thinking How bad could it really be? Turns out they had several questions about the RAPTURE. Perfect really. Depressing much? At that point, I went to pick up the kids. Went home. SHUT the door. And Prayed for nighttime. Really.. because there is a limit to what havoc one person can wreak/handle in a day. REALLY.
So as I still sit here on the back porch, even after the boys have gone inside... time to take showers and go to bed and I listen to the thunder roll and the watch the lightening flash and I think... YES. Perfection. I Survived Feces laden hallways, Crying doctors, Perky high school students... and this is how it's gonna end. Me on the back porch, getting struck by lightening... And I'm not inclined to move. I figure...after today, it may just be MY time. Rapture indeed. Jus SAYIN.
