He is just such a darling, my GP. I keep wanting to ask him if
(a) He would mind if I took a picture of him for my blog, and also,
(b) He needs a mother to adopt him.
Okay. Here's a picture I stole off the internet.
How cute is he?
Plus, I am certain that if he had bad news, he would hold your hand when he delivered it.
He's funny and honest and he takes plenty of time to explain things.
Today he explained triglycerides to me because mine are high. He also said he was proud of me for getting my blood work done. And he told me that everything else looked very good except that I need Vitamin D and I sort of don't believe that due to the fact that I spend so much time outside but whatever. I'll take a Vitamin D.
So I managed to get through that appointment but I will be completely honest and admit that I took not one but TWO Ativan even though I sometimes go for weeks without taking a one and I was a flakey nut-case for the rest of the day and when I finally got home I had to go to sleep for awhile but I probably would have had to anyway, due to anxiety crash and resulting hangover.
Plus, it was raining.
But before nap time, I went shopping for new material and a pattern for a dress for Missy Maggie and then I met up with Owen and Gibson and that sassy woman child and their mama and also Hank and his friend Lindsey for lunch at a new Greek diner sort of place.
It wasn't bad.
You want to hear the cutest thing that happened all day? The sweetest?
Owen called me and left a message asking me to wear my gorilla Rolling Stones t-shirt so we would be matching because he was wearing his.
I was already in town and already dressed but he and Gibson are coming over tomorrow for a slumber party and I can wear it then.
If there's anything that charms the very cockles of a grandma's heart, it is knowing that her grandson wants her to wear a Rolling Stones t-shirt to match his own.
Trust me. It's in the grandmother's handbook, hippie edition.
So that was about it today. I did not ask myself to do much beyond just survive, which I did. I am fully aware that being able to barely survive the most non-invasive (on any level) doctor's appointment with a kind human being who makes me laugh is hardly a lot to ask but it would appear that in my world it is.
Oh. We do have clean sheets on the bed. And I collected five eggs. FIVE!!! I now have an extra dozen eggs and so the great egg-sharing shall now begin. The boys are going to come and spend the night tomorrow and I hear that Owen has learned to make French toast and so perhaps we shall have some yummy Owen-made French toast on Sunday morning instead of pancakes but we shall see.
I'm sipping a Friday night martini and feeling pretty chill and the temperature on this back porch is as comfortable as it can be and although it has stopped raining, the sound of water rolling off the magnolia leaves is enough to make me feel as if I live in a rain forest, which, essentially, I do.
Here come the frogs, croaking their satisfaction with the rain. They sing for me too.