Great news! I am going to be interviewed in a video about the transition of care, adolescence to adulthood, in CF. Must scour blog for good entries which relate, and ready my eyeliner. Must wear eyeliner for public appearances. Okay, I just added that detail because I can't let this gender war with UnknownCystic go. And I was thinking about eye liner.
I know I wrote at least one long-a post that used the phrase, "I know my parents did right by me." Must find what else I said to back that up. It's obvi true, but I can't remember my brilliant articulations.
Must I say, in the vaguest way possible, that the rest of this 48 hours has been unduly stressful. There was a phone call, and then there was a phone call, and then there was an email, and then THERE WAS AN EMAIL, and then there was me at 10pm at night reading the damn thing. I'm glad I don't send crazy lying emails to cover my A. Because my A. is always covered because in the words of my friend, I didn't do anything wrong. Ugho. AND, furthermore, since I'm inventing the art of Vague Venting on here, anyone who watches The Office should know that I particularly enjoyed David Wallace's appearance. So there.
That's all I have to say about that. But guess what, amidst all this vague, unduly stressful shizzatt, my blood pressure went up to ... I won't say, just incase the UBird is reading. And then, guess what. You know what happens when CG's blood pressure goes up? It starts with an h and ends with an s and rhymes with pepoptysis. Now that's a word jumble that'll keep you workin all night.
I am a woman of mystery this evening. Or so I think. So I am to bed without pulmozyme, kodak-share-less for the evening, and looking forward to a fabulous weekend of rest, lower bp, lower stress, and more vagueries.