Please, Just Give Me My Package
I crack myself up. Today I stepped out of the shower, dried off, then wrapped the towel around my head.
Um...Alix? Did you forget you have no hair?!?
The day isn't going as I had planned. I am just so very tired, not to mention nauseated. I get worn out just slouching on the couch. I know I'm anemic, but I don't think I'm that anemic. This cycle all the side effects have started early, with thrush and diarrhea starting the day after the infusion. I had to cancel my appointments today as I knew I couldn't drive. However, I do need to manage to get to the post office today, no matter how I feel.
You see, several times, I've tried to retrieve a package from the post office that they cannot find. My carrier leaves me salmon-colored slips of paper saying I need to pick up a package. Of course, he does this when I am already at home, meaning he has never actually tried to deliver it. When I go into the post office, they can't find it. Aurgh!
Even though I feel awful today, I need to go in and see if they have it yet, because otherwise they'll send it back. The package contains a wig sent to me from China; I'm pretty sure that if I don't get it now, I will never get it.
Kathy thinks I should skip wearing a wig and instead wear my Cancer Sucks ball cap to the post office. Her reasoning? She says it's just plain mean to lose the package of someone who has cancer. My brother-in-law told me he agrees and thinks I say, "Hey people, I'm having a bad enough day, can I just have my package?"
I laughed and said I could add, "It has my wig in it. I have no hair unless you give me the package!" I could even open it in front of them to make sure it is 'safe." "Thank goodness! I've been bald for two weeks waiting for this!"
Hee, hee, hee....
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