This morning, I got up before daylight to head to the hospital health fair and represent the Cancer Support Home for my pal Trace. It's such a great organization and I'm happy to do what little I can to help.
So I'm sitting outside in the freezing cold, feeling very lucky to be one of the few people in America with insurance, as hundreds of locals stood in line for an hour to get a free health screening. A few people stopped by my booth, asking me questions about at-home colon tests (See: medicine, things Lori should never talk about). I know it's something about fecal matter, but I don't want to think about it.
Two ladies came by to pick up one of my brochures about the importance of a healthy diet and exercise in the role of cancer prevention (something I needed to read as well). One says, "You know, we really should take better care of ourselves and eat better." The other one replies distractedly, "Yeah. Hey... donuts!"
They threw down my brochures and headed for the Krispy Kremes. Sigh. Who brought donuts to the HEALTH FAIR?!?
Alas, I did not eat one. I am strong. I am woman. If putting down the Krispy Kremes keeps me from an at-home colon test, it's worth the sacrifice. And my thighs would agree.
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Please never EVER mix fecal matter with Krispy Kremes again.
Donuts at a health fair? Really?
Really.
And I'm hoping that I"ll start to associate the two and will no longer treat Krispy Kremes like crack.
My Lord, are there no limits as to what will be posted on your blog!
Oh yes, Lonnie is SO above all of this disgusting talk. He is the picture of proper.
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