OK. So this week has been much to do about my immune system. And lots of blood spun. And well paid medicos going hmmm...
You know, like when Grandpa Simpson has the other old guy's beard caught in the pencil sharpener? Or when Lisa gets gum stuck in her hair?
It's been like that, kinda.
Or like doing a tap solo to "Put on a Happy Face", while some mean kid/stage manager is throwing pebbles/marbles at your feet.
We go for...*sigh*...more testing on Tuesday.
But, thank God for God & our sweet friends & the Internet. (Mostly God.)
andOh, snap. Are they sure? Oh...they think this is what you got...hmmm... clik clik clik Well,you know we will be
praying for you, right? clik clik clik Oh, hey...
this site says Seal had that when he was a kid, and now he's singing his song loud and strong. Therefore, so will you.&
Just like that time Oprah went bald from that bad perm and now
she got more hair than Mr. Andre know what to do with.
You are going to make it, you hear me?
God has not brought you this far to leave you. We will walk this walk, together,
ok? Don't you worry now...
"Don't cry, keep singing." —Bob Marley
Let's see what else...
Went straight fr Les Docteurs to my HairDo-ist, whom your DivaCardista did not tell as we do not need to carry on/to carry ourself as if we don't have an enormously blessed life and muchmuchmuch to be thankful for. (Thank you Jesus for LIFE!!)
As I waited [four hours?!?] to be washed/conditioned/greased/blown/singed/pressed/clipped/spritzed/curled/n/wrapped (you know, with those big giant colorful hair pins sold only in AfricanAmerica), I made myself busy reading all 78 new ways to wear patent leather, macramae & sunbeam yellow this season, not to mention the manymany ways to wear bronzer and/or drive my man wild. (Them fashion folk need to s t o p!)
Then I came home in the rainy darkness of the night and bought myself some sunbeam yellow daffodils.
Life is good.
Happy Spring, y'all.
Blessings,
DivaCardista
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