bad bad bad bad scary bad day

In regards to yesterday’s entry, I got e-mail from a friend who said she now feels ashamed to admit that she ate dinner at Burger King yesterday evening. (And was convinced to do so by radio marketing). In light of this, I feel that I must explain that I most certainly eat fast food from time to time, definitely more often than I should. Sometimes I get a craving for those little McDonald’s hamburgers, the kind with the minced onion. I can’t help it.

It’s not like I’m immune to the effects of marketing, either. For instance, we ate at McDonald’s the other night because of a TV show we were watching. PBS had some show about hot dog stands around the U.S. Now, I don’t even like hot dogs, but after watching this show about hot dogs, chili dogs, slaw dogs, sausage dogs, reindeer dogs, 1/2 pound dogs, and sauerkraut dogs, something fast and hot and salty and bad for us sounded reeeeeally good. By the time it was over, it was 9 p.m. and we hadn’t had dinner, so we went to McDonald’s because it was fast, easy, and convenient.

I was bombarded by images of nutritionally devoid high-fat high-chemical foods… and I succumbed. And this was on PBS for Pete’s sake, under the guise of culinary documentary! Oi.

Today was a really really bad day. I found out that I have a pre-cancerous cervical condition. They did a biopsy immediately, and I won’t know how bad (or not) it is for a week. This does not mean I have cancer; it means that there is something weird going on, and they don’t know what it is. Left untreated, it could definitely turn bad. The tests were quite unpleasant, and I think there’s probably going to be a lot more of them. I won’t know anything until next week, so I have a full seven or more days to imagine the worst. I don’t want to mention anything to my mom yet, because she would just worry herself to death and it may not even be anything that bad. So I don’t think I will say anything until I get the test results back. But I am pretty scared.