There's a picture of Harvey's yard that I took on my way home from town today. Terrible shot, of course. I was driving. It was raining. Etc. But if you look carefully, you can see one of his signs. It says, "We Love Jesus Christ." That's his tree there on the right where he sits at a table underneath it and reads his Bible or talks to his friends.
So yeah, I was on my way home from my doctor's appointment and the Ativan I took early this morning had finally really kicked in and so had the exhaustion from not sleeping very well last night and from the experience itself.
I was so tired, all I could think about doing was crawling on the bed and going to sleep but I didn't do that. Didn't do much of anything else, either, truthfully.
The appointment was fine. I do just love Dr. Z. He comes in and next thing I know we're discussing the New Yorker magazine and then we're on to books and how much it has always distressed him to realize he will never in this lifetime read all the books but that he wants to die with a huge pile of them that he's been planning to read, and also his kids and how yes, they have four now and have reached a sort of mass capacity.
He is so careful not to overwhelm me with health stuff or say anything that's going to stress me out even more. He said my bloodwork looked fine. Phew. I told him about my soreness after doing anything physical and he asked me if I was ready to start down the orthopedic road and I said, "No. Not yet." He recommended that I start taking Undenatured Type II Collagen. I will. I talked some about my weight. How I know I would feel better if I had lost some and he said, "I'm not concerned about what it says on the scale but with how it affects you, if it does." He is very aware of the issue of any sort of fat-shaming. He just doesn't do it. At all. I told him my story about being a little girl and looking at my thighs and thinking that they were so fat and he said, "And isn't that so sad?" and I agreed that it was. I went through some of my history of trying to be thin and how finally, at this point in my life I have just become sort of exhausted with worrying about it but I know without a doubt that I would feel better and so would my joints, if I lost weight. To be honest, I'd be happier too, I think.
We left all of that up in the air as I think he realizes that I have the knowledge and experience to deal with this if I want and there's no need to tell me that bread and butter are extremely calorie dense, and we talked about the fall garden (his is already planted) and I recommended rattlesnake beans to him because he said his green beans this year had not done much. And then we fist-bumped and hugged and I'm sure there was more but that was the gist of it.
Oh! We did talk a little about my kidney stone incident I had back in May and I said to him, "Do you know what they call you at the free-standing ER? Or at least one of the nurses?"
And he said, "Baby Zorn?"
And I said, "Yes."
He laughed and said, "And now they call my sister little bitty Baby Zorn." She's a doctor too. An orthopedist, actually.
So that was that and then I sort of melted into the rain and drove to Japanica! where I met up with Jessie who had also had a doctor's appointment this morning. We both had delicious Bento bowls, her's salmon, mine tofu, and we agreed that it was most appropriate to eat there on Owen's birthday as that had been his favorite restaurant when he was so little. My tiny boy loving sushi and miso soup!
Vergil helped Jessie dye her hair the other day. I love it!
Funny- I just realized I'm wearing that very same Virgin of Guadalupe charm on a necklace as we speak. It looks the same but oh, how different the rest of us look now. Although not Mr. Moon, so much. He pretty much looks the same.
I like to think we are.
Big Love...Ms. Moon