Scary Gross

What a weird week...

I wrote an article about hog farmers this week. Apparently the use of the term "Swine Flu" had a really devastating affect on them. I have a hard time feeling bad about that, obviously. From what I have read, the original strain of the flu that mutated into the one causing problems now came from factory hog farms. Maybe that's wrong. I don't know. But I can think of a billion and one other reasons not to eat pork. But here's one: BACKFAT. I don't know what that is, I don't wanna know. The farmer I interviewed gave me gory details about how hogs are rated and how they get paid and the word BACKFAT came up and I gagged. Seriously, the word BACKFAT (or is it two words? I don't know, in my mind it's all one) keeps popping into my head at random moments and grossing me out.

Since it's Breast Cancer Awareness Week, I decided that for fun I was going to have a mammogram. Okay, not really. I had a painful lump that had to be checked out. The pain has actually gone away now, but I went ahead with it anyway. Of course, everything was fine. It wasn't too bad. The nurse and I were chatting a lot during the test (she knows my neighbors), so I barely even realized what she was doing to my poor breasts.

Even though I didn't believe that I had cancer, the whole thing got me thinking even more about my health and my lifestyle. I need to be more careful. I need to take care of my body and my mind. I can't run myself into the ground. I need sleep, veggies, yoga, laughter, love. I need to be aware again. I need to give myself time to write, and feel joy in all that's around me.

I'm going to go look for a scary movie on TV and write.
A Tale of Two Sisters is coming in the mail tomorrow from Netflix!
BACKFAT!