The doctor's visit went fine today. It took approximately three minutes for him to check my belly, pronounce it fine, tell me that "these things come out of nowhere but the good news is, appendixes don't grow back," and that I had no need for any restrictions any more, and then for me to tell him how grateful I was at how easily and smoothly it had all gone. I reached out to shake his hand and he shook my hand with a very strong grip, not holding back a bit due to my age or sex.
I liked that. I liked him. I remember when the ER doctor told me that he'd already spoken with Dr. Ruark, and that he'd be doing the surgery. I had at least enough presence of mind to ask if this Dr. Ruark was any good and the ER guy told me, "One of the best. I'd let him operate on me and I don't say that about all of them."
Now. What else was he going to say? But then as I had mentioned before, our friend who is a scrub tech gave him the same rating which I trusted a great deal more.
Oh- here's a funny thing that happened today- I didn't have to undress for the brief exam but the nurse gave me a sheet of paper with which I could cover whatever I wanted to cover and there was a brief moment when the doctor went to lift up my dress where he sort of attempted to put the paper over my already covered loins (I was wearing underwear, for goodness sake) and I said, "Oh please. You've seen my guts."
He laughed and we forgot the paper.
So that was that and then I went off to a nursery to buy seeds for that O! Promised Day! when we get the garden cleared and they didn't have any collard or mustard seeds left so I bought twelve collard plants and six mustard plants and all the seeds I could need for about four gardens. At least. Then there was a quick dash to Publix and home again where I tackled a problem that began last night with my Mac which was that everything on my desktop disappeared except for my dock (if you have a Mac, you know what I mean and if you don't then it doesn't matter) and I called tech help and the woman helped me and one thing led to another and now I'm downloading a huge update which should only take another few hours or so.
I had somehow managed to allow my desktop to be shared with my other Mac which I do not have and how that happened I have no idea. Is there a ghost in the Mac? Whatever. If it's fixed, it's fixed, if not then I'll call them back.
And then instead of doing something productive like pull weeds or clean out the hen house which needs doing again, I took a nap.
I guess my appointment wore me out with the inevitable anxiety.
And now I am waiting on Mr. Moon who, in a text this morning told me that he should be home by supper time. So...
I'll mighty happy when I lay eyes on him and can actually hold him close again.
Just got another text- he's about twenty minutes from the guy's house that he drove up with and where he left his truck. They'll unload everything and then he'll be home. So in about an hour.
In a way, it's hard to believe he's been gone and in another way, it's hard to believe he'll be back. If experience tells me anything it's that I will be at once thrilled to have him home and also wondering who in hell this giant human in my house is and why he's putting his giant clothes in my laundry basket?
I wonder what the cats will think. Last night they both slept with me again. Jack was on his towel-covered pillow by my head and after I turned out the light, Maurice stealthily jumped up on the bed and settled down right next to me. Then she proceeded to growl and complain for a minute until she felt, I suppose, as if Jack had been duly warned what would happen if he moved even a whisker, and then she settled down and we all slept. Right around dawn, she jumped off the bed to go do who knows what.
My fierce familiars, my little guardian sphinxes, my loyal tiny lions.
Off to make the supper for the man.