Because I knew mine was okay! It's not a hernia after all! Woo-Hoo! I don't have to give up my favorite yoga twists and back bends! CT Scan showed it's potentially only my ovaries exploding! I can handle that. And I don't have to give up on yoga. I already gave up on motherhood so if it's that region--I say rip away! I knew it wasn't a hernia. I mean come on--a weak abdominal wall? Mine? Baby--ain't nothin' getting through this wall! It's 3-ply fat. Not guts, babies, ammo...nothing can push through this thing...my guts' good for life! (However long that is.)
Note to all doctors: Don't ever let a hypochondriac get their hands on their own CT scan results. Never. Ever. Some things are better left unknown. (Like why the dude left me.) I picked up a copy last night before heading to dinner. Bad idea. I read it in my car as I sat there waiting for a friend. Wondering why my doctor didn't tell me about the stuff written about my kidneys, liver and lungs. I thought--well--he didn't mention any of this because it's normal. Normal to have cysts, lesions, deflated lungs. Whatever. I'll Google it all later. (and did.) Weird how one guy behind a glass wall looks at the cross-section of your insides and writes something every other doctor who looks at it--believes. What if he was distracted? What if he was hung over and his eyes were blurry? What if...
I walked in the restaurant glad to have the distraction. Although I figured--if my liver's headed in the wrong direction---better not drink. Leave it to my beautiful friend Kristine to walk in with two bottles of wine. Cat scan-- schmat scan. It was yet another birthday celebration. Drink up!
Kristine has been in TV longer than I have. She's been a sports reporter and a TV weather person. She hosted her own gardening show. (That's how we met--I was her producer) Now--she's a realtor. We sat there, midway through the bottle of white. She knows I'm not working in TV right now either. We talked about how TV doesn't age well. Has nothing to do with how you look--or really even, getting old--it's a very young industry. We still want to do it--but maybe we can't. They want people now who do everything.
I joked. "I'm a producer. I don't edit. I don't shoot. I basically have no skills". She laughed. "You think you have no skills--I do the weather!" I mean really. When I think about my work the past several years. I came up with ideas. I yelled at people to say things in front of a camera. I fixed their clothes. And said, "great, now do it like this." Where are the job listings for that? You can't find that on Craigslist.
That's when Kristine said she introduced herself for the first time, not as Kristine the TV person, but "Kristine the realtor." Of course the minute she did that the sales person recognized her from--what else--TV. But I give her credit. It's not easy to let go of that ego that you NEED to survive and succeed a difficult business like TV. It's a fun industry. The people are amazing. You laugh a lot. It's not like that where I work. But we talked about how maybe that's why I'm there. To show me how everyone else works.
TV is an unusual freaky business. And kinda F'ed up. But I loved it. Love it. Not sure I"m ready to say I'm "Lynn the communications manager." Not as sexy for sure. And probably wouldn't get a dude at a concert to ask for your number. But then look at how that ended. Here's to the regular folks, with regular jobs.
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