Can I really be honest? I wanted to write this deep profound Blog Post for today, but it just ain't gonna happen. I had a tooth pulled a couple of days ago and I'm struggling to think, eat and drink. I mean, I broke a Diva Rule. I haven't put on earrings in two days. Tooth pain is no joke! And, if you combine my tooth adventure with my schedule the previous week, you will see that I am out of steam.
Last week, I went non-stop. Spent the early part of the week trying to get my sp/su collection of bracelets on the website. Still haven't finished. *Sigh* I spoke at the University of Wisconsin @ Madison on Wednesday. Got up at 5am and took the commuter bus to Madison. Arrived just in time to have a brown bag lunch with a group of female students. Spoke that evening, sleep a little, and turned around and got back on the bus to come home at, yep you guessed, 5am. And when I got off that bus, I hit Chicago running. I was being honored in 6 hours and of course I spent the day getting Divafied and that's lot of work. Hair, make-up, last minute pick up of jewelry and stockings...
I was honored by the Red Pump Project that evening. And yes, it was an incredible affair! They had a full house. The fashion show was fabulous! I fell in love with one of Spirit Africa skirt designs. Red Pump and I were entered into the Congressional Record of the United States Congress. And yes, their tribute to me had my "thug" on the floor. Next to my Emmy Award, that Red Pump they gave me is the best award ever!
It was a magical evening and I was still reeling in the wonder of it all. That is, until they took my tooth a few days ago. And that was an adventure too. I got up at 5 am to get in line at Stroger (County) Hospital. Everyone has a 7 am appointment to stand in line and wait on a number to be seen. When the doors opened at 8 am, I was number 6 and when it was my turn, I was told my referral was not in the system. I debated until they gave me an appointment for a day later to get up again at 5am to wait in line to get a number to be seen. Anyway, this time I was seen. It took a total of 3 minutes to pull that tooth 3 hours later that has left me in pain days later.
So, say a prayer for me as I recover from my break-neck schedule and the trauma of having an extraction. See ya later, when my brain will allow me to think beyond my pain.