How Old Do I Look?

I’m receiving IV infusions for my migraines this week. The drugs are dangerous for little peanuts growing inside of pregnant women. So, they always run a pregnancy test before starting, just in case. I’ve been through this process before.

This morning, this is how it went down:

Nurse Person: How old are you? Do you need a pregnancy test?

Me: Yes. I’m capable of becoming pregnant.

Portrait of a weirdo not of child-bearing age. Yes, that's me on a hot summer's day playing in what is essentially an oversized bucket.

My first thought is, Oh she must think I’m young. Then, I realize I don’t look that young; I don’t look 12. Oh God, does she think I look post-menopausal? How old do I look? I’m hoping neither 12 or 52.


God: Omniscient, Omnipotent, Omnipresent, and Published!

I need access to a King James version of the bible for a class on 16th and 17th century English literature. I found this Kindle version. I was particularly tickled by the listing.

While anachronistic, I can't help but envision God tip-tapping away at a typewriter.
While anachronistic, I can’t help but envision God tip-tapping away at a typewriter.

If you click his name, you’ll also find that God has been quite prolific. Unsurprisingly, the Holy Spirit, Moses, and the saints have also jumped onto the literary train.