There's No Privacy in the South

I did it to myself. I know it. 

I'm not going to Arizona this week because I have a teensy hiccup which needs to be addressed. However, last week my poker face cracked and Deb, the Queen of Texarkana, guessed something happened to be amiss. I lied and told her I was fine. 

Protip: In situations such as these, it is better to avoid Texarkana royalty at all costs  Lying to Deb is much worse. 

Anyway, Deb, who has better interrogation skills than Bonus Mom, wheedled the info out of me, with me down-playing the entire situation and her repeating, "WHY didn't we know this sooner?" And me saying, "Because of how you are reacting at this exact moment." And her saying, "This is a normal reaction in the South!" And me rolling my eyes, throwing up my hands and saying, "Don't I know it!" 

Since then, my world has exploded with group text messages. Several folks reached out privately telling me how important I am to them and I shouldn't keep news like this to myself. I'm touched and grateful for their kind words and friendship, but I'm starting to disagree about keeping the news to myself. 

Protip: Sometimes it isn't news at this stage. Okay?! 

And though I am super-touched by the love and support, all it is doing is making me anxious about a teensy hiccup which was no big deal until Deb used tactics outlawed by the Geneva Convention to get me to talk. Plus, I'm pretty sure word has gotten out and more than just the Coronas know. I didn't attend the Church of Christ last Sunday because I was terrified--terrified--of strangers offering their words of encouragement. I wasn't prepared to handle everyone else's impression of my potential drama (which, I can't stress enough, isn't drama at this moment). 

I should also say, my situation is a teensy hiccup. Truly. An inconvenience at this point because I can't go see my favorite human (nephew Patrick) and Bonus Dad. As soon as I have more information, it can be determined if the hiccup will subside or turn into acid reflux. But, honestly, it's too soon to tell. And if it turns into anything larger than treatment from a glass of water, I'll share with the REST of the world because they rest of the world respects boundaries and privacy. (sheesh!) Otherwise, I'll book a trip to Arizona.