Sticker Shock!

OK, I may be a bit behind the times, but I know all about The Patch.

Patches come in tons of varieties these days: the nicotine patch, the birth control patch, the pain med patch—you name it. Since I’m arriving so late to the party, I seriously doubt I’ll ever be able to boast of wearing The Patch, but I’m still intrigued.

In 1990, a hysterectomy beat me to the general public’s use of the birth-control patch. I don’t need the nicotine patch because I’ve never smoked, to speak of. Notice I didn’t say I’ve never smoked, only that I don’t speak of it.

I exaggerate, people. I don’t LIE.

As for pain meds, my pains are sharp and to the point, and that’s the way I like my medications, too. None of this slow and steady delivery system for me. What a snoozer! I don’t have that many good years left.

Since I am completely patch-free, imagine my surprise when last night I laid my hand on my jammie-covered abdomen and felt something scratchy under the fabric, adhered to my skin. It didn’t jump, crawl, bite, or sting as scratchy things in the country are often wont to do, so that was good.

But, still, what could it be? I raised my top and ventured a few fingers that direction. I peeled that sucker from the space above my belly button and held it up to the lamp.

$17.99, folks. Apparently, that’s the price that’s stuck itself to my particular so-called life. I can live with that, I guess.

Especially since the rest of my identifying info clearly reads “Size 7.”

Posted by Katy on 09/28/06 at 05:40 PM

Fallible Comments...

One time I needed a pair of shoes at the last minute to wear to a wedding, and I had no money. So I bought a pair of very inexpensive black pumps. I was fine until I plopped down on a chair, crossed my legs and stared at myself in a full length mirror opposite. There it was, for all to see, a large white tag on the bottom of the shoe: Size 8, Sale, $12.99

Those types of moments keep me humble, praise God.
Posted by Suzan on 09/28/06 at 06:59 PM
LOL, Katy! You can make the most mundane experiences very funny. No wonder you're such a great writer!

Oh to be a size 7 again....
Posted by Lisa on 09/29/06 at 08:01 PM
Lisa--Girl, I've lost 3 pounds since I got home from ACFW!!! Miracles never cease, huh?
Posted by Katy on 09/29/06 at 11:31 PM
The funny thing is that I noticed the size before the price. By the way I'm reading your blog on my handheld. Too cool.
Posted by BRIDGET on 10/01/06 at 12:30 AM
Love this!
Posted by lisa on 10/02/06 at 08:29 PM
Bridgie--I want a hand-held!!!! Ok, I've gotten THAT little tantrum out of my system... ;) See you on Friday!

Suzan--How did I not reply to your comment earlier??? Weird. I should have seen a hint in your comment to make me think about this incident a little more carefully, but noooo........

Lisa S.--Yeah, I loved it, too. Felt very affirmed, actually. Maybe "actualized" is a better word. I felt affirmed that I'm actually a size 7--who cares how cheap I am? But then I realized I never buy junior sizes, so the tag must belong to something of my daughters, clearly more of an actual affirmation of her than of me. Sigh.

The lowest blow of all came when I grabbed something out of my closet to put on yesterday morning. There was an identical price tag to the one I'd found on my size 7 bod. $12.99. Size 7.

A pair of shoes, people!!! Now I feel neither affirmed, nor actualized. Phooey!!
Posted by Katy on 10/02/06 at 08:47 PM
Ah, go on and feel affirmed. Think of how thrifty you were when you purchased them!
Posted by Suzan on 10/05/06 at 10:59 PM

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