I have done more physical labor today than I can remember doing in a donkey's age. And let me just say- I have three half-way clean bathrooms, one tidied bedroom, and one mopped kitchen floor. And that took me all day long. So in my house, that means that I have not touched the hallway (which is a room in an of itself), the Glen Den where the TV and toys and deer heads and fish mounts live, the library, the dining room, or my own bedroom. I did sweep that the other day so it's not terrible. Well, except for the toys and books and dust.
Why, Ms. Moon? you may ask. Why did you clean all day?
Oh well, because company is coming. Of course. And this is the sort of company that would not give one red hot damn if I didn't clean a thing. But good Lord- it's been time.
So I am exhausted but I feel good. I smell of bleach and vinegar and Fabuloso and every cleaning product made by Ka-Boom!.
I am a toxic dump but a clean and rather fragrant one.
Mr. Moon had a busy day too. He had three doctors' appointments. One with the dermatologist, one with the neurologist, and one with a specialist in Lyme disease.
He doesn't appear to have skin cancer or Lyme and the neurologist suggests that he might want to go to Mayo Clinic in Jacksonville because he can't figure what the hell is causing my husband's leg and feet problems. It's been a year of every test in the book from MRI's to genetic testing to every blood test imaginable with absolutely no results.
So- get up off that couch and walk, Lazarus! There ain't a damn thing wrong with you!
Except that of course, there is.
Mr. Moon says he is done. January first he's back to square one with his insurance deductible and he refuses to participate in the relentless and apparently fruitless search for a diagnosis any more.
He's stubborn, that man.
Ah well. He still does everything he wants to do and he's strong as an ox. I think, however, it is time for him to go see an acupuncturist.
But now he's home and there's chicken and potatoes and mushrooms and asparagus in the crock pot. I am so very, very grateful that the anxiety has abated. I can feel it creeping in a bit as the sun has set (I'm like one of those elderly dementia patients who sundowns) but it's nothing like it was yesterday.
Here's a picture of Gibson and Lily's best friend's baby that I stole off of FB.
Here's another thing we do as a family.
I'm a lucky woman.
Sun downing is real. My mother went through that. I'm glad your cleaning helped and you feel a bit better. I hope Mr Moon gets someone to figure his leg pain out! And little Gibson is a lover!ReplyDelete
Such a sweet hug going on there :)ReplyDelete
Your whole smushing baby family fills me with joy and tingly feelings.ReplyDelete
I'm glad the anxiety abating. I had a weirdly anxious day today . I'm still feeling jittery . Geez, maybe I should clean my house ....ReplyDelete
I understand Mr. Moon's perspective. Sometimes I think it's best to just stay away from doctors! I realize that's probably not an entirely healthy tendency.ReplyDelete
Glad the anxiety is getting better.
And you are SO RIGHT about male body expectations. Women used to (and still do, justifiably) lament all the pressure they're under to conform to a certain body image -- but instead of relieving those pressures, society has simply imposed them on men!
(Not that I mind, entirely.)ReplyDelete
If the medics are out of ideas, time to try other things, indeed.ReplyDelete
BAHA, 'I was expecting a picture of a baby' - I love that line :D I thought of you and Jonny W when I saw that on fb this morning. I have to agree about the extreme body thing. Abs are so... lumpy. Not sure I like my humans quite that lumpy.