C meet awkward and awesome, awkward and awesome meet C...

Wow! What a week... I think I shall summarize all of this up with awkward and awesome. You may also notice the letter C sitting above this text, I based this weeks letter on trees after thinking about Enid Blytons, Wishing Tree. I want that tree!


Awkward / awful:

• Having an allergic reaction to the anesthetic at the dentist. Passing out while getting a filling is not cool. My body is a biological lemon sometimes. 
• Being told you might have a brain tumour... nuff said.
• When saying to a radiologist who is scanning your brain "I hope I don't having a whopping big tumor" having him reply "It's not big, but there is something there". Not cool Dr Collins, not cool.
• My poor husband getting a stomach bug.  First time I've seen him properly sick, not just man sick.
• Realising you look like a brethren half way through the day. How can you escape this look I ask? By pulling out a bible in the middle of the street and just going with it. 
• The smell of nasty fungal foot that greets me every time I walk into the volley ball court.

Awesome:

• Finding out I don't have a brain tumor! Best news I've ever got!
• Realising how many awesome people I know and all the thoughts and prayers that went out for me and Alex this week. My family is especially amazing, one of them even sent flowers. I also got a virtual hug from a non hugger. 
• Seeing how amazing Alex is and knowing for sure I married the most spectacular man. I'm a lucky girl.
• Eating chicken pie when I found out I was sick... and brownie and caramel slice and hot chocolate... you get the idea. I LOVE comfort food. I told it to get in my belly and it got in there quick smart.
• My new nail polish that smells like coconut. Now I can be like ' hey, smell my fingers' and its socially acceptable (Pretty much the main reason I bought it). 
• My new pajamas. I am now the flannel queen. 
• Yin yoga, amazing (if your into the whole joint stretching thing that is) 
• The measurement term I've heard of 'Flarm', the space between your elbow and tips of your fingers. Can you imagine saying "may I have a sandwich 2 flarms long please' or 'she's such a tart her skirt is only 1 flarm long". Yeah thats going into my word bag. (Word bag = Mary Poppins bag on a vocabularical journey into awesome and yes I am making up words)