Random thought for your Monday morning: I really love the ice cubes in the dining halls.
They’re actually more like mini ice logs, but they’re kind of…light and airy? It’s so easy to chew them, and it kind feels like a snow cone texture when you do.
Hooray for really COOL [sorry] ice!
Now that I’ve celebrated that simple joy in life, let’s talk about how Friday morning sucked any kind of joy out of me.
Friday morning: Cloudy, damp, dreary, early. I walked approximately half an hour to my gynecology appointment with hopes of hearing results after the lab work from the previous Friday. That is, the lab work that I was supposed to have done two Fridays ago. The lab work that I (the worst “grownup” ever) didn’t actually complete because I didn’t realize that I had to go into a separate room after my appointment to get blood drawn.
Doc: “For some reason, the system has no indication of any lab work. Do you remember if you go that done?”
Me: “…Um, I don’t know. Actually, maybe I didn’t…”
Doc: “Did you get blood drawn?”
Doc: “Oh okay, that was the lab work.”
Me: “Agh, I’m so sorry. She did say to go get lab work done after the appointment, but I guess I was just kinda confused and didn’t actually do that.”
What was actually going on in my brain: WTF, ALISON!?!?!?!?!
The super sweet gynecologist apologized for the inconvenience of me coming there for basically nothing. I apologized for being a dimwit, essentially. I then got my blood drawn like I was supposed to do the week before, and then I walked back home. The next earliest appointment they had for me is two months from now, so I must wait some more.
I was frustrated. Embarrassed. I felt so stupid. I cried.
I could have gotten answers by now. I could have gotten this out of the way sooner. I could have been smarter. I could have…
I could be grateful. For quality healthcare. For being able to walk to my appointment. For such kind and compassionate gynecologists. For family and friends who are praying for me. For the new day of life that God granted to me.
Life ain’t so bad. This will all work itself out in due time.
Thank you to all of you who have supported and loved me through all of this. You know who you are.
The theme of gratitude only magnified as the weekend went on.
On Friday night, I had a long dinner with my friends, followed by a beautiful Mass in the North End with more friends.
this was actually my lunch, but I’m grateful for corn bread
Saturday morning came quickly with an early morning wake-up call for service! Some people from the Catholic Center spent the morning volunteering at the Red Cross Food Pantry, where there was nothing BUT gratitude. The people who work there are living saints, and the people whom we were serving are examples of grace and joy.
Saturday night involved burritos— always a reason to be grateful.
Oh, and the people who were eating the burritos with me—grateful for them too. Sophomore bonding night!
Saturday night ended with girl talk with Rachel. Sunday morning started with breakfast also with Rachel. Ugh, it’s like we’re best friends or something. She’s everywhere!
Lunch dessert was pretty bomb too.
berry crisp a la mode
Lastly, Rachel and I have decided that we’re making this our BU bucket list: “50 Things to Eat in Boston Before You Die.”
I’m grateful for a rejuvenating yet productive weekend. I’m grateful for YOU.
O Lord God: Thank you. Forgive me. Help me more.
Here we are at Monday! Hoping you find simple joys like really awesome ice cubes.
P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOMMA! ♥ ♥ ♥ I love you lots.
So tell me:
What did you do this weekend?
Have you ever messed up on something that made you feel really dumb?
Crushed or cubed ice? Crushed! Or mini logs!