Friday, December 22, 2006
It's A Wonderful Life
When your day starts with a quick diagnosis of strep throat, followed by a shot of antibiotics, followed by manic errands including but not limited to the post office (in addition to mailing packages, a letter from the IRS -- oh joy!), Target, the pharmacy, news that your favorite bookstore parrot died (see memorial below) and so on, you'd think it would be a bad day. But it wasn't. My physician assistant is kind and funny and even gave me a lolipop after my shot. She's seen me through a few things and always tells me to be a big girl so I try. The woman giving the shot made me laugh and checked on me in that vastly reassuring way (How you doing, honey?) because the medicine, thick evil liquid that it was, doesn't enter the body with any speed. No Nurse Ratched action with the whole, See did that hurt? Or worse, I haven't done anything yet so how can you hurt? Or my favorite, It's all over, how could it have hurt? I left feeling a little worse for the wear but in good cheer and then to the pharmacy for cough medicine. The cough medicine wasn't ready so I bought a bottle of Dayquil which I kept dropping as I fumbled for my CVS card. Honey, don't worry, the cashier said. Take your time. Even though she had lots of customers and stress, she laughed with me and said, I hope you feel better, sweetheart. You know, you look like Marissa Tomei. When I laughed and said she was sweet, she said, You do! You go look at you! My dad loved Marissa Tomei, and I considered it a sign from him.
The first time I had strep throat I was working as a lifeguard. My dad had to call in sick for me at the pool where I worked, and he called in sick to work to take me to the doctor and took care of me all day. My friend Angela and I used to laugh about finding a man like our dads, saying that they didn't make that model anymore, as if they were really great sturdy cars that had been replaced by a steady diet of IROCs and Pintos, maybe a DeLorian here and there. But I can't say I believe it really. I could barely string two words together yesterday and yet everyone was kind even in the hurried Christmas rush. Okay, maybe it isn't exactly It's A Wonderful Life when the day ends with a random crazy in a bar, yelling Nice ass, honey! As Richard Brautigan says in one of his poems, so much is gained and lost with those two words. But I felt the Christmas spirit all day, and I wouldn't have it hit me any other way even if I could choose.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Strange, isn't it? Each man's life touches so many other lives. When he isn't around he leaves an awful hole, doesn't he? " It's A Wonderful Life
Drinking music suggestion: "Merry Christmas From the Family" Robert Earl Keen -- this is quite possibly the best Christmas song in the world!
Benedictions and Maledictions