Willa's Journal

Today's heart-stopping moment came when Bob called to tell me that there was a message from my doctor on the answering machine. He played it for me, and it said, "Please call the following number to hear a message from your doctor. Be prepared to supply your Social Security number," and it gave the 800 number. It was one of those things where, well, you figure if it's bad news they're not going to give it to you that way, but if it's good news, they generally send you a slip of paper in the mail that says everything's okay.

A phone call, in most instances, means bad news.

So, witih some trepidation, I called the number, and was shunted into one of those voice mail hell situations: "Press 1 for English, press 2 for Spanish," "Using the buttons on your phone, input either your identification code (which may be your Social Security Number)," "For identification purposes, please speak your name in a slow and clear voice . . ." Yikes.

After all that, it was a message that said, "This is one of the nurses at the Women's Healthcare Group. I'm calling to tell you that your test results came back normal!"

Glad they're normal. Thanks for giving me the heart attack.

I have a bad situation in my closet. Basically, it's just a mess. But I don't kid myself that it's going to be any different any time soon; there are a lot more interesting things I can be doing other than cleaning my closet. But, I did forage in there a little bit over the weekend, and found a whole bunch of t-shirts that I'd completely forgotten about, and I also found my pareo, which my friend Micki sent me several years ago. I never really thought I'd wear it, and kind of forgot about it, but when we were in Mexico last year, I wished I'd had it.

It's really beautiful--a length of rayon printed in bright blues, reds, yellows and purples. I probably need to wash it to be sure the colors won't bleed, but then I'm definitely putting it on the top of the stack so I can find it the next time we go to the beach.