Yeah, I know – I do girl push-ups. So what?!? I hate push-ups. Hate them, hate them, and hate them. I’d eventually like to graduate to real push-ups, but I’ve got bigger fish to fry.
This damn sinus crap won’t go away. I finished the antibiotic (mostly) and I was feeling better, but the headaches that accompanied the previous infection have recently and mysteriously returned. I’m lucky like that.
And now I’m a little freaked out because we watched the news the other night and there was a segment about a lady who had surgery for a brain tumor. But during the surgery, when they went to remove the tumor, they pulled out a worm. A real, live, honest-to-God, seriously a worm. In her brain. And it was moving. And still alive. And it freaked me out. Seriously. And she got it from eating undercooked pork. But that was good for the lady – because apparently, brain worm is better than a brain tumor. Who knew? But it’s bad for Runner Susan because she has a worm (all bugs really) phobia and is a borderline hypochondriac.
So you see where this is going? Michael didn’t cook us a good old-fashioned turkey on Thanksgiving; he made a lovely citrus-marinated pork rib loin. And it was tasty, but now I’ve totally convinced myself I have brain worm. And every time my head hurts I think I can feel it moving. And eating my brain.