you know… stuff

i’m a little cranky today. i think it was because i finally had a decent night’s sleep and the whole process of getting up and out of my super comfy and warm bed at 6am was traumatizing to my psyche.
christopher went with me to my neurologist appointment yesterday, bless his heart. i feel bad for his spending so much time waiting for me in doctors’ waiting rooms this summer. anyway, the brain doctor said, after listening to me ramble and then hitting me with a rubber mallet, that i’m perfectly normal and it was very likely a virus which caused all my symptoms back in june. i told him that i very nearly cancelled the appointment with him because i had been symptom-free for so long and i didn’t want to waste his time, but he was quite adamant that it was a very good thing i didn’t. just because i’m normal now doesn’t mean i was normal then nor i will be normal in the future. at least there’s currently a baseline and history if something like this should happen again.
after getting my bill of health cleaned, i dragged chris down to the mall to pick up my ring from the jewellers. you see, he gave me this old ring of his some months back. one of those spinner rings you get for cheap from people on granville street and — because i’m sentimental like that — i’d been wearing it ever since. last week, while driving around, i suddenly realized that the spinning part had split. i was very upset by this. i immediately thought of it as an ill omen and panicked.
chris kept saying he would just buy me a new ring since it was going to cost as much to repair as to replace, but, being the sappy fool i am, i refused the suggestion. i wanted THAT ring, the ring he GAVE me, the ring he WORE, not some second-string ring. sheesh. so, it went to the jewellers for repair.
well, they were supposed to phone me last week to let me know if it could be fixed without ruining the awesome spinning action. they didn’t call. my hands felt so naked and exposed without that piece of silver on my finger. i was going to phone them yesterday, but decided a visit was in order, so down we went. the lady with far too much makeup on found my ring in the ‘completed’ pile and when she pulled it out of the little white envelope, both christopher and i were temporarily blinded. it shone with the light of a thousand stars, it was polished so smooth. i asked chris if it had ever been so shiny. he said no, not ever.
after giving the spackled lady my $15 (plus tax), i slipped the ring back on my finger with a small, inner sigh. i’m still bedazzled by just how brilliant it is, but it’s back where i want it, and it spins just like it should, and i’m happy about it all.
by the way, if anyone catches me trying to buy anything on ebay for the next, say, YEAR you have my permission to beat the living crap out of me. by the time all my recent purchases come in, i’ll have no room in my fridge for food because it will be filled with film. so much film i won’t have to buy any for the rest of my life. the scary thing is i’m only exaggerating a little. seriously. it’s a sickness. i’m surprised the neurologist didn’t diagnose it.