February 10, 2012

The NEW, the IT, the TOTALLY MUST HAVE RIGHT NOW thing (that can't be found ANYWHERE! Not in stores, not on television and not EVEN on the internet)! Get yours TODAY!

Have you heard about this?

Apparently, it is an "AWESOME product" that you will "totally fall in love with" (my friend's words).  It also appears that it is more precious than gold and that everyone else decided that they must have it too.....since I've been on the hunt for this product (which she claims, "isn't really microdermabrasion" - then what is it??) for TWO weeks with no luck!

I have searched EVERY store in a thirty mile radius (no exaggeration.....).  I have scoured the 'Net looking for it.  Every where I have looked all I have found was the words "Out of stock" over and over and over again.  Even on the actual Neutrogena website.

(Why yes, I DO tend to go on obsessive hunts when I get a bee in my bonnet about something; why do you ask?  And since we are asking questions.....have you seen any black suede, lace up, wedged booties anywhere?  I can't seem to find the exact ones that I'm looking for either......)

Is this product THAT good?  Is it SO amazing that the manufacturer can't even keep themselves stocked?

According to my friend, yes; it IS that good.  That remains to be seen, as I haven't tried it yet.

She also mentioned that it, and the refills, had disappeared from the shelves for a long time for a while and had only recently reappeared.

(I'm wondering WHY she's waited so long to tell ME about this product in the first place?!  I'm thinking that, since we are the same age, she is trying to get a head start on de-aging herself before bringing me in on the secret; hmph!) (Which just goes to show you how much I love you - I'm telling you about this amazing, more precious than gold, product before I EVEN try it!)

So, just HOW did I get my hands on this precious piece of product, you ask?

Today, in a desperate last bid to find it, I went to an out of the way drugstore on the almost-but-not-quite iffy side of town during my lunch hour.  When I arrived, I reminded myself to look for it while gathering other necessary items.

I strolled down the facial care aisle (after checking to make sure the store had "my" preferred brand of wine - why yes, we DO have standards; why do you ask?) with no expectations and then.....lo and behold! (The angels began to sing) There IT was!

The mythical product that only a select few seemed to possess!  I snatched up the LAST ONE and bolted toward the checkout.

Whereupon, I was met by an elderly gentleman (who apparently is a fixture in this particular store) who graciously offered to let me get ahead of him in line because, as he said, "I'm in no hurry to get anywhere."  I thanked him profusely.  Apparently, this was enough to make him think that I was ready for a bit of conversation while we waited.  And normally?  Normally, I would have been fine with having an idle chat with him as we waited for the oh-so-slow line to move.

But this conversation?  Was not one I really wanted to have with an elderly stranger - or anyone really.

He said, "Oh what a week!"

I said, "Hmmm?"

He replied, "I've never had one like it."

I said, "Oh?"

He said, "Yeah, I've been constipated all week!  Never experienced anything like it."

I raised my eyebrows as he continued, "Never live to be seventy-three; it ain't no fun."

Needless to say, I was totally floored, flummoxed and flustered.  I thought about tossing out the standard, "Well, it beats the alternative" rejoinder - but somehow it just didn't seem fitting.  It was my turn to answer - but how DO you respond to either one of those comments?

At that moment, I heard another clerk say, "I'll take the next person in line!" - I immediately threw my new best friend a smile and took off and I heard him turn to the next person and say, "Go ahead, I'm in no hurry....oh what a week....."

As I gleefully headed back to the office it dawned on me.....everything else that was on my list?  Totally forgotten.  Oh well, I've got all day tomorrow

I have not been compensated in anyway for this non-review of a product.  All the toil, labor and gas-money that went into searching for it (plus the totally random conversation) were all mine.


It's about three hours later (yes, I really did type all that above and not publish it yet; it's called "editing, editing, editing - bored.  Go have a glass of wine; wash the face and come back to the post.") and I just tried the AMAZING, YOU GOTTA HAVE IT, MORE PRECIOUS THAN GOLD product.

While I cannot honestly say that I look any younger after using it (yet)- but oh my hell!  It IS an amazing product - it feels so good on your face as you are using it and my skin felt SO soft afterward!

Now the TRUE test will be if my ancient, ever so sensitive skin doesn't break out in some sort of hideous reaction - then?  Then, Neutrogena can send me a life-time supply of the refills and I will sing their praises forever.  In the meantime?  Get yours TODAY because supplies are limited....SEVERELY limited!  Trust me on that one.

February 7, 2012

Aren't doctors supposed to be older than twelve?

So I finally broke down and went to the doctor today (nothing serious, I might add).  But, I'd been putting it off for months (I know, I KNOW! BAD Gigi!).

Because the last time I went I was informed that the woman I usually see was leaving.  In fact, it was her last week there.  I was lucky I'd scheduled the appointment when I did - otherwise I would have missed her completely.

News of her leaving devastated me.  I'd been seeing her for approximately fourteen years.  FOURTEEN YEARS!  I had a rapport with this woman - a relationship, if you will.

Had she just moved to another practice, I would have told her to pack my very thick file into her black bag and I would have moved along with her.  But, alas, she went to work for a private company - so short of me quitting my job and somehow figuring out a way to get hired on at that company, I was without a doctor.

Not technically, of course, since the other doctors at the practice would be more than willing to poke and prod me.  But they aren't her.  They don't know me - inside and out.  They don't know my family by name.  They don't know that Man-Child is set to graduate this May.  They don't know that Hubby has been out of work. They don't know anything about me - other than words written in the file - which are just words, that I am sure are written in Doctorese and don't convey all that went behind those words.  Basically, they don't know anything about ME.

And this left me feeling nervous.  So, I stuck my head in the sand.  You know, like ALL normal and rational people do.

So I've had this minor issue - for months and months now (apparently, if the truth be told, this has been an issue for longer than I initially thought as I was informed today I hadn't been in for over a year! Yikes! That tells me how easily it is for me to ignore things that I TOTALLY don't want to deal with.....) and finally I got the courage to make the appointment - with a totally new person.  As in new to me and the practice, she's only been at the practice for about two weeks (and, oh my God, is she YOUNG!).

She seemed competent.  She seemed nice.  She's not the woman my other one was - but I think she will do.  And?  I won't be so quick to blow off those minor things now.  One because it is NEVER a good idea to wait when you have an issue (if I'd gone earlier - I could have been saved a lot of aggravation) and two, because I've met her.  And she's not so bad - but she is so YOUNG!  It's gonna take some getting used to; having a doctor that is younger than me - aren't they all supposed to be older and wiser?  Maybe I'll ask her to don a gray wig and some glasses next time; I'm sure she won't mind (or immediately order a psychiatric evaluation; because that's TOTALLY a rational request.....right?).