now, i'm not a CRAZY HYPOCHONDRIAC LIKE MY HUSBAND (too soon to laugh JJ??) or anything, but i immediately thought back to my Lurlene McDaniels novels...now, if you haven't read a Lurlene McDaniels novel, than you weren't ever a real teenage girl. the books are hopelessly awful stories about young people falling in love and dying. here is an example of one:

as i stared at my bruises, i thought back to the Lurlene McDaniel novel where the girl notices bruises all over her body and goes to the doctor and he's like "sorry 15-year-old girl with so much life left to live, but you have Leukemia." so i panicked and i was like OHMYGOD MOM WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!??!!? WHAT IF I HAVE LEUKEMIA?!?!?!!?" and my mom was all "don't be dramatic L, you're fine, do you have any other symptoms of Leukemia?" and i said, "well i DON'T KNOW what the other symptoms are!!!" and i meant to google them but we were running out of time and i had to put on my crown.
so anyway, this morning i was thinking about my bruises and i just think something isn't quite right since i have bruises all over me body! (said in pirate accent) i was doing laundry as i was pondering this, and i leaned over, careful not to hit myself on the opened cupboard door, when WHACK my left bicep ran RIGHT INTO the cupboard. MORTHERFUDGER. IT HURT. and now i have yet another bruise.
and now i don't think it's a matter of terminal illness, but in fact a result of poor depth perception after a night of heavy drinking--in fact not even heavy drinking--one glass will do the trick to ruin my life. i need to stop drinking. or maybe i will grab a glass of wine and google "Leukemia" ...
I know exactly what you are talking about! Everytime I have more than 1 bruise I think back to those wonderful books we all used to read! And I think to myself my mom really let me read all those sad books?!
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