Friday, November 11, 2011

A Picture's Worth a Thousand Words


I may not have seen all the photos from the MuseItUp Meet and Greet in Montreal, but I've seen enough. Let me say this about that: my hair tells the story. It drooped, it dripped, it sagged and it flagged.
I'm sure this is because I was not at my best and NOT being a type A personality, it showed. I can rally, but only so much.
Two days before my departure to Montreal, I came down with a bad cold. The following day I took my beloved sweetie-pie, Ellie, cat extraordinairre, to the vet for her checkup and shots. Once at the vet's and having had enough, Ellie decided to make a break for freedom and used my neck in her panic to escape needles, prodding, and Q-tips. I bled profusely, the vet scurried, and Ellie ultimately leaped into her carrier to safety. The next morning the puncture wounds on my neck were swollen to goiter size, I was running a fever, and feeling miserable. Catch Scratch Fever, here I come!
I thought for sure I would have to bail on the trip but didn't want to do that. So sniffling with the cold and feverish from the infectious scratches, I went to the doctor for mega-size antibiotics and the okay to go. The doc gave it reluctantly. Ordinarily, I would have gone back to bed, feeling enormously sorry for myself, and sent an email of regret. But I had been looking forward to this trip for nearly 8-months. I hadn't seen my beloved cousin for nearly 5-years and wanted to meet the publisher, staff and authors who'd turned my life around. I was going to go to Montreal if I had to be carried on board the plane. It almost came to that.
The bottom line is after it's all said and done, I had a ball. I got to see cousin Gracie, meet some of the Muse authors, plus our leaders, Lea and Litsa. I soldiered through and thought I did well. I was so proud. True, I'm not the kind of person to run for president, unwilling to spend three-years campaigning 18-hour days, but I had risen above.
Then I saw the pics. No matter what, my hair carried my internal drama. And my smile, although sincere, was a little on the wanting side. Let's not even talk about my double chin, which was so red and enormous I kept whacking it with hands, forks, scarves, and glasses of wine when least expected. It throbbed, simply wasn't where it belonged, and kept getting in the way.
But I marshaled through. and I'm so glad I did. I am my own trouper. I don't care if anyone else gets it. I knew what I had to do to be there and I am proud.
Now, all I can ask is everyone throw away all those ghastly photos of me. Except, of course, the ones with the magenta hair and tie, given to me by our darling Karen. Somethings are worth having, no matter what you look like.

7 comments:

Alix said...

Personally I think you look wonderful Heather. *smile* And I'm sure everyone else believes the same.

You look positively adorable and ready to rock in you magenta hair and tie. *wink*

Hope you're feeling better now. I know the feeling of 'cat scratch fever'...not a pretty sight at all. *laugh*

Roseanne Dowell said...

I think you look great. Hope you're feeling better.

Karen Cote said...

I am so glad you had strength enough to go although I feel horrible at what you went through. Heather Haven, you are beautiful, inside and out and not only am I proud to call you friend, you made my trip so very special I cannot imagine how it could have been so wonderful without you.

We need to do that book signing. Besides the exposure we'll garner, the time we would have will be one for the history books.

Love you!

gail roughton branan said...

Heather, you were still beautiful! And prove yet again that women can do whatever they have to do and keep going under circumstances that would make an elephant drop (and for sure most men. Not all, won't generalize.) We have no need to be equal to men. We are so far superior to most of 'em it ain't even funny.

Pat Dale said...

No matter what, Heather, your inner self shines through. And that's the real you. Sick or well, happy or unhappy, you are who you are, and I hope you never change. We love you just the way you are, and that's the end of that tune.
PD

Heather Haven said...

Well, I am chagrined and blessed. What wonderful, supportive people my fellow authors are. I have a feeling we could all show up in our jammies and have a pajama party. We'd have a great time! Thanks for your positive reinforcement. My neck still hasn't gone down completely yet but it's so much better! Love you all.

J Q Rose said...

I am very proud of you for making such a valiant effort. Just think what you would have missed if you hadn't thrown off the covers and jumped out of your feverish bed to join the gang. You would have lots of regret and probably taken it out on the poor kitty. Glad you had a great time magenta hair and tie and all.