Lefty vs. the Tee

In which our Heroine matriculates. 

1.       Does Christmas shopping count as creative therapy?  Because I think it should.  Abject apologies all around for not writing regularly this past week.   Life happened—in the form of a serious unawareness of my lack of Christmas preparation (suddenly made apparent). 

2.       Exactly a week ago, I graduated from physical therapy.  That’s right, I said graduated.  They gave me a T-shirt and sent me home early.  I hadn’t known I was working toward matriculation.  It’s a good thing too or I might have gotten confused about my ultimate goal.  With appropriate amounts of dripping sarcasm: Regain the use of one’s left hand or get a free graduation t-shirt?  Hmmm, what to choose?  With all seriousness though, I already begin to miss having all that wonderful attention lavished on me at least once, maybe twice a week.  But my T-shirt’s pretty cool. 

What's Your Excuse?

In which our sorry Excuse for a Heroine makes T-shirts. 

No, seriously.  What is your excuse? Everyone needs one.  I was using the “I have cancer” excuse with great effect to my close family and friends—sometimes jokingly, sometimes less so.  I did this for weeks before my prognosis changed.  And although I technically still have brain cancer, there are many assumed aspects of it that I don’t have to deal with.  For instance, I still have a full head of hair.  Not that a better prognosis has changed me.  Of course, I simply and swiftly began to insert “I just had brain surgery” and continued in my sorry and frankly inexcusable ways.  I guess in a way I’m luckier than the rest of you.  I have a REALLY effective excuse anytime I want.  Seriously, what can you possibly argue against?  Conversation finished.  Game over.  You lose.  I smugly win an extra life and coins rains down upon me. 

What can I say?  I love winning.  And so, I have decided to memorialize all past and future wins with a commemorative t-shirt.  Why not?  Other people do 5K runs, but I survive brain surgery.