When you endeavor to consistently keep your word, however, you protect your reputation and promote yourself as someone who can be trusted to be unfailingly truthful. Though your honesty may not always endear you to others-for there will always be those who fear the truth-you can nonetheless be certain that your integrity is never tarnished by the patina of deceit. Since frankness and sincerity form the basis of all life-enriching relationships, your word is one of your most precious and powerful possessions. - A few lines from today's daily om.
So true, so true. Even if I'm going to look like a dork at the end of the day, honesty is still the best policy.
Today, my dental hygienist was very honest with me. She said I'm going to suffer because I've been flossing like a pansy. She even called in the dentist to back me up...his words, "Get a little rough with it. Deep as you can go. Here, let me show you."  I wanted to say, "That's not my style, but thanks for offering."
I'm borderline bronchitis, I feel it. Pain in the chest, losing the voice. ew. But my big boss handed me over some high concentration C and Zinc powders and lozenges and even though I was like, uh huh, I get it..I ain't goin no where...they actually are working. I am here NOT coughing up a lung spritzing on my inhaler every hour. I survived the day. I hope to be so lucky tomorrow. I don't know what happened. This kind of chest ache reminds me of a really cold day in 4th grade when the P.E. teacher insisted on going ahead with Field Day. Anyone remember field day? No this day couldn't have been field day because that day was fun...potato sacks, eggs in spoons, relays, kick ball...ah the memories. This was 40 degree practice for field day. Running laps around the entire field. And in the burbs of Decatur and Stone Mountain, suburban sprawl huge fields. Anyway, my lungs feel like the aftermath of the laps I would run on those freezing mornings. After I pretended to be all fast and great, there I'd be...at the end of my laps sucking on my inhaler like the true shrimpy nerd I was. I feel remarkably like that 4th grader today. What amazes me is that my little brother always thought I was "cool." SO not. Anyway, I know it passes. My chest will stop hurting and all will go back to normal. Its so strange I can forget I have asthma for what will feel like years and there I go in some season change digging out the inhaler. It cracks me up because I know where it is EVERY time. My husband was going crazy with worry screaming, Inhaler, you need your inhaler?! I haven't it seen since Brooklyn! (ie, 2 years ago). I'm like, honey, look in the bottom drawer of the hallway closet in the far corner buried under the camera flash, old toothbrushes and whatnot....and it was right there. Waiting for me. Once and asthmatic, always and asthmatic. You ALWAYS know where your inhaler is.


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