Do you have obsessions that sometimes weird you out? I do.
For example, I'm not much of an overachiever EXCEPT when it comes to illness or healing. When I had the surgery to deliver Isabella, I couldn't be more proud when I was told I was healed at two weeks and could do just about anything including sex (like THAT would happen) instead of at six weeks. Just knowing that I could made me gloat. Okay, looking back on it, I guess that was more of a torture to the hubby than an accomplishment.
When Bella and I had our tumble in the gravel, the ER doc said I'd be hurting for 5-7 days and to stay off my feet that long. I was back on my feet in TWO days and didn't need the crutches after day one. I was even going to see if the hospital would buy the crutches back!
Then, I had my wisdom teeth pulled. The dentist gave me his pager in case there were complications (pshaw!) over the weekend. All was going beautifully, heading towards my usual swift recovery when somebody...I won't name names, I'll just look up to the heavens...decided to teach me a lesson. It took nearly a month for one of the blasted holes to heal. Did I ever call the dentist? Heck no!
I've always been proud, sadly enough, that I had never been admitted to a hospital or had an IV of any kind prior to Isabella. Since my beautiful child came to existence, I've been to the ER three times, had IV's twice and prescribed Vicodin thrice. Is this how its going to be now? Well, if so, then my new obsession is to see how early in each year I can meet insurance deductible.