I am currently laying in bed as sick as a DAWG and decided to post.
I mean, what better time to write when you have some free time?
My body ACHES, reminds me of when I was a teen and my legs would hurt and my mother would tell me they were growing pains, and all I could think of was the theme song from ‘Growing Pains’ the TV show. Speaking of which, I totally had a Kirk Cameron poster on my door when I was 7, until my mother decided she should buy me a Christina Applegate poster in her lingerie… which I never ever understood… I mean, yes I loved ‘Married with Children’ (which was WAYYYY inappropriate for me to have been watching at the age of 9 anyway) but she wasnt my favorite actress, nor was I a hormone filled 13-year-old boy.
Some things I will just never get.
Anyway, so as I was saying… my bones hurt. I feel like a rag doll. Even my fingers hurt.
I hope its a 48 hour virus, because Mama does NOT have insurance yet.
Israel has global healthcare, but since we moved here and are considered previous citizens we have a waiting period of 6 months until we are entitled to health care…
I guess I get it, they dont want people to come to Israel, have medical procedures done and then leave…
At least children under 18 are covered automatically without a waiting period.
This whole waiting 6 months thing made me laugh out loud because I am someone who ALWAYS gets sick.
ALL THE TIME.
The nurse at my doctors offices always laughed and said that I should have a punch card.
So I am doing my damnedest not to get sick.
So A few minutes ago my husband said he was going out for cigarettes and I asked him to buy me:
1) A King Cone
He looks at me and goes “You’re not pregnant, just sick” which I replied “Yes, but I am sick AND I have my period so it’s the same thing”
I asked for vanilla and he came back with a butter pecan king come which reminds me of the time I worked for a Dunkin Donuts/ Baskin Robins store and my elderly neighbor named Eugene walked in and asked me for a scoop of butter pecan ice cream “My favorite since I was a little boy” he said to me.
I gave him his scoop, and he went off on his way merrily.. he passed a few months later.
So even though I am not a big fan of butter pecan ice cream.. here’s to you Eugene!!