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Very Good Reasons Why I’m Not Dancing

August 9, 2006 in Uncategorized

Okay, my exercise routine, my writing schedule, and yes, even my inner peace have all evaporated this week. An unnamed (because I can’t possibly have children that age when I’m only 24, the official age of all Jazzercisers) member of my immediate family has been at MUSC this week. This unnamed but treasured woman-child had a hole in her diaphragm roughly the size of a small pancake through which several body parts had migrated into her rib cage. As you might imagine, this made breathing and eating rather problematic. Thanks to the highly skilled surgical team at MUSC, and their top-notch support staff, she is on the mend.

So of course I’ve been in Charleston and have a perfectly good reason for not working up a sweat of any description all week. But tomorrow I’m packing my VOLUPTUOUS self back in the Beetle and heading home to the Upstate. Just in time for my pre-vacation spa day. I mean, really, I can’t go on vacation without a pedicure. There is nothing worse than scaly feet on a beach. And as hard as I’ve been working out (up until this week), I have a variety of calluses and blisters that need attention. In their current condition, my feet would clear the beach at Trunk Bay. Every other crazy person traveling to the Caribbean in the middle of hurricane season would run screaming from the beach like folks in one of those old ‘B’ horror movies fleeing from one of those giant Godzilla wannbes.

And these stress knots in my neck are just begging for the skillful hands of a massage therapist. And everyone knows that once you’ve paid for a massage and a pedicure, you really come out better getting the Full Day of Beauty package. The one that includes the champagne lunch. One must get oneself in the proper frame of mind before embarking on vacation in order to get the maximum amount of relaxation.

Then, of course, I’ll have to pack. Now, normal people can probably pack for a two week vacation in an hour or so. As y’all well know, I’m not one of those people. It will take a least a day for me to run around buying stuff like sunscreen and filling prescriptions that would otherwise run out before we get back. Bad things happen when I run out of my medication.

Then there’s the actual cramming of everything I might conceivably need for a two-week stay in St. John into two suitcases, one carry-on, and the largest purse I own. As y’all might imagine, I do not pack light. More than one Delta agent has helped me shuffle my belongings from one suitcase to the other to avoid having to charge me an extra $25 for having a suitcase over 50 lbs while my normally easy-going husband tries to borrow a gun from one of the airport police officers so he can shoot me and get off on account of being unduly provoked. Why is it that the Boy Scout motto is “Be Prepared,” and grown men foam at the mouth when their wives try to follow that eminently sensible advice?

Anyway, between the spa day, the shopping and the packing, I will almost certainly not make it to Jazzercise this week. But, I do plan on working out while on vacation. I’ll let y’all know how that works out.

Peace, out…

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Blather and Profound Notions, Family, Road Trip

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  1. elysabeth says

    August 11, 2006 at 4:48 pm

    Susan, sorry to hear that someone in your family had a hernia and had to have it fixed – they are not fun – I have one that was repaired and has ruptured so no more repairs for me right now – At least you haven’t lost your sense of humor – which is a good thing – good luck – I hope to see you soon – E 🙂

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