Today, I turned 41.
Today, I started the period from hell.
Today, my oncologist did not call as promised. She's been meaning to call me for 2 months. Today was the day she promised to follow through with the latest lab results so we can chart our path forward. Needless to say, no call.
Today, was the beginning of my 2-week vacation. A birthday weekend...followed by a trip to New England to see the last of the fall colors with my brother and sister. It's our annual #SiblingRival3 get-away.
Or rather, it was our annual sibling trip. Instead, I got a call this morning to pack immediately and get to the airport. I'm Mexico bound (via Texas) for hurricane/flooding disaster response. Oh, the life of an Emergency Services Director.
I'm convinced that Texas may be tied to my menstrual cycle. I've had 2 periods this year. One. Two.
...The first hellacious one happened when I went to the Texas flooding this spring which lasted 7 weeks (both the period and the response). It was pure hell.
So when Mr. Thompson cracked a joke this morning during our Godfather episode, about being sent back to Texas for my "lady days", I laughed. But by George, a call came 30 minutes later with exactly that.
Either Mr. Thompson is a witch or God has a sense of humor.
I'm going with God on this one because it's all too funny. He's probably getting even with me for that stupid comedy/tragedy mask tattoo I got in college.
(41 year old me to 21 year old me: if your going to get a tattoo for heaven's sake - put some deep thought into it, would you?!)