Here's to breast exams, quick doctor appointments, and the Fairy Hobmother!

I'm having a really good morning. I met with my doctor today (my pcp, not my shrink) to go over some blood test results. She ended up checking out my girlie bits along with the rest of my annual physical. I enjoyed the one stop shopping. Not only that, but I was out of there within forty-five minutes. That's a record.

I walked back to my car with some spring in my step. When I got in my car and turned on the radio, The Foo Fighters were on. I'll admit, I'm not a big fan of their latest song, "These Days". Then I sat there for a moment and listened to the lyrics. It felt like someone was talking to me. It was a reminder that hey, you've made it this far. Your illness exists but you can put it to sleep. You're doing really well right now and let's continue along this path.

I turned up the volume and listened:

"These Days" off the Wasting Land album, by the Foo Fighters

One of these days the ground will drop out from beneath your feet
One of these days your heart will stop and play its final beat
One of these days the clocks will stop and time won't mean a thing
One of these days their bombs will drop and silence everything

But it's alright
Yeah it's alright
I said it's alright

Easy for you to say
Your heart has never been broken
Your pride has never been stolen
Not yet not yet

One of these days
I bet your heart'll be broken
I bet your pride'll be stolen
I bet I bet I bet I bet
One of these days
One of these days

One of these days your eyes will close and pain will disappear
One of these days you will forget to hope and learn to fear

But it's alright
Yeah it's alright
I said it's alright

Easy for you to say
Your heart has never been broken
Your pride has never been stolen
Not yet not yet

One of these days
I bet your heart'll be broken
I bet your pride'll be stolen
I bet I bet I bet I bet
One of these days
One of these days

But it's alright
Yeah it's alright
I said it's alright
Yes it's alright

Don't say it's alright
Don't say it's alright
Don't say it's alright

One of these days your heart will stop and play its final beat
But it's alright

Easy for you to say
Your heart has never been broken
Your pride has never been stolen
Not yet not yet

One of these days
I bet your heart will be broken
I bet your pride will be stolen
I bet I bet I bet I bet

One of these days
One of these days
One of these days 

***

From where I stand, all of these things did happen to me but I beat it. I beat it. Right back into its place.

When I arrived at work, I had an email with the subject line "Greetings from the Fairy Hobmother". Instantly I thought my spam filter was broken. Or something. I opened the email nonetheless and was greeted by Matthew Mitchell. He stopped by my blog, read a recent post, and in turn decided to bless me with a $50 gift voucher to use at Amazon. The catch? I'm to use it on something a bit useless and fun. Yeah, that'll be no problem. Being the mother to three boys who constantly need something, I don't get to do that very often. I accepted the gift and he made my day even more awesome.

So here's to a post where I don't bitch and complain and paint it black. Here's to a good day and to even better ones to come.