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Yup. Lupus has done some incredible
things for me. This one started with the cold from Hades. Which, not
surprisingly, made me look like Hades. It went on to find me staring
at myself in a mirror at the thrift store in utter astonishment. It
ended with a makeover. Read on for the details.
Gary and I have been searching for some
kind of funky old thing to put a sink in or on. In fact, I've been
searching for all kinds of things to make the house look better
lately. Nothing wrong with that, right?
For about a week now, I have had the
aforementioned (see paragraph one) cold from Hades. Swollen glands,
sore throat, cough of the dead, grim reaper hanging over my recliner
with a big grin on his face, tissues filling the waste basket at my
side.... Well, you get the picture.
When you have Lupus and Rheumatoid or
any other chronic autoimmune disease, this kind of thing does not
leave you quickly or leave you looking, sounding or feeling very
desirable when it's done with you.
That was obvious when I looked in the
thrift store mirror after another fruitless search for a vintage sink
cabinet. Who the hell is that old lady following me? Why is she
wearing my clothes and carrying my purse?
Wait. Is that me? Are those my baggy
Mom jeans? When did I start being OK with wearing those? Is that my
Grandma jacket? At least I'm pretty sure my Grandma had one. What the
hell happened to that sexy little hippie chick I used to be?
I took a long, hard, disappointed look
at my face. It was nearly vampiresque pale. But not the sexy vampire
pallor. You know the wrinkled, hollow, greenish-white vampire that
the sexy vampire rapidly ages into when she is vanquished? The one
that explodes in a puff of smoke? Ya, that was me in thrift store
mirror.
Nooooooo....... That could NOT be me!
Upon even closer inspection, I
ascertained that I had waited a bit too long to toss my fat clothes,
dye my hair and just generally make sure I looked like a human being.
In other words, while I was trying my utmost to keep up the house, I
forgot to keep up my appearance.
So this granny shuffled on out of the
store, looking like death warmed over on a mission. She then
proceeded to go home as quickly as possible without too many people
bearing witness to her shame and give herself a head to toe makeover.
So thanks Lupus. If you hadn't hit me
with that relentless cold, I might have gone on worrying about
everything but my appearance for the rest of my life. Thanks to you,
well, I may not look like that 20 year old hippie chick I used to be,
but at least I don't look like a have a stake in my chest and one
foot in the grave!
Now if only makeovers could fix colds! I hope you can get some chicken soup, warm tea and feel better soon.
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