I took Julia and Madi down to the boardwalk tonight. (Susie and Trini didn’t want to walk that far.) The girls were popping into a lot of the shirt stores. Eventually Julia found the type of shirt she wanted. She asked the guy at the counter how much for a particular iron-on. He said $15.
Julia: “Oh, I only have $10.”
Guy: “Sorry, it’s $15.”
Julia: “How about for that smaller iron-on?”
Me (quietly to Julia): “I can buy it and you can pay me back later.”
Julia shoots me a look.
Guy: “Still $15.”
Julia: “I might have $12.”
Guy (looking around so nobody hears): “OK”
The guy takes the shirt goes to the other side of the counter where the iron-on machine is. Julia takes out her wallet to prepare to pay. She proceeds to pull out a massive wad of bills. I am shocked! Now I know what the look was for…she was negotiating!
Me and Madi run interference by jumping in front of her in case the guy comes back so he won’t see that he’s been scammed. In fact, it takes her so long to peel through all of the $20’s just to find a $10 and two $1’s that I spin her back to the counter as well.
Guy comes back. Julia pays him $12. We leave the store. Madi and I bust out laughing. I’m bringing her next time I go to buy a car.
Welp, I got “something“. After months of having an annoying, unknown, sporadic breathing problem I went to a new doctor. I’ve never felt out of breath, gasping for air, or like I was in danger, so I didn’t know what I was dealing with. Plus, I always thought that asthma was something that you always had…didn’t know you could develop it later in life. Well, the new doctor told me otherwise. He said it is very hard to diagnose something so sporadic and mild like I have, but the description I gave was asthma. He prescribed an inhaler. He said if it seems to make me breathe easier when I’m having difficulty, that will be another data point in the diagnosis.
It’s weird. Not the asthma itself, but the “something”. I’m not exceptionally physically fit, but I’ve always been healthy. But now having “something” is messing with my head more than the asthma is messing with me physically.
It is similar to when I turned 40. The number itself wasn’t that big of a deal, but it was something. A few months ago my cousin Terri died. Even though I wasn’t close with her at all (to the point where I wouldn’t recognize her if she walked by), she was the first one of my generation. Then Col’s dad died. These are the life milestones, and they are hitting closer to home and with more frequency.