Is It Too Early To Go To Bed?

 It's been a weird day. 

I did not sleep much last night. I guess I was anxious about this morning's appointment. And just the whole kidney stone situation in general. My side started aching in the early morning hours, but not too bad. Just enough to remind me of why I was going to the doctor. 

I wasn't in the doctor's office long at all. When he came into the room, I said, "I bet you're sick and tired of me," and after he shook my hand he protested that no, no, of course he wasn't and then proceeded to tell me that my urine was pristine, with no blood in it so I believe that led him to think that my stone isn't really moving at all. I described my symptoms and he nodded sagely and then asked if perhaps it was just that my back was hurting and I told him that no, it was not, I remember exactly what this feels like and also that I'd had some nausea and he agreed that nausea very often accompanies a stone on the move. He asked me if I needed anything for pain and I told him that no, no, I'm not having THAT kind of pain and that is what I'm trying to avoid. He was ready to whip out that prescription pad and I do appreciate that even though I know that pain meds are over-prescribed or sometimes, alternately, under-prescribed. But I was being truthful. I am definitely not in that sort of pain. 
He offered the theory that perhaps a small piece had separated from the mother stone, shall we say, and I passed that. Frankly, I don't think so. But he could be right. He has a lot more experience and knowledge about all of this than I do.  

So he's sending me for a CT scan and they have to call me from the radiology place to set up an appointment and I hope it's soon. The doctor will call me with results. I don't want to think about this stuff anymore. 

I was texting with a friend today and she said something about how we never expected all the things that would come our way when we got older. I told her that I definitely agreed with that and I am NOT aging like a fine wine, but in fact, I am aging like a bottle of Ripple. 

Any of y'all remember Ripple? 

It was Fred Sanford's drink of choice. And how many of you remember Fred Sanford? 

I was planning on staying in town and doing my shopping and then meeting Glen for lunch and going to see a house Lily was looking at after that. I did my shopping and I had lunch with my husband but then I decided to come home. I was tired and operating on anxiety-brain which meant that I was not exactly sharp if you know what I mean. I probably shouldn't have even been driving. 

I did have a small high point today, though. Glen and I went to Chow Time and I finally tried the seafood soup they serve there which is basically a spicy broth with large, unpeeled head-on shrimps and tomatoes and peppers in it. 
Y'all- it was good. I think that my beloved hot and sour soup may have to take second place to this stuff. 

A little while ago Jessie and the boys came out to return the the things they borrowed for camping and it was great to see them. The first thing those boys did was to start talking about Pokemon. They, like Owen and Gibson before them, are completely convinced that something will flip in me and that I will suddenly understand their obsession with these creatures and want to learn all about them and boy, do they want to teach me. 
What is it about Pokemon? 
I listen and nod my head and try to change the subject. At one point, Levon had to run back out to the truck to get a book about them to show me his favorite Pokemon whom I think is called Mega MewDew X. 
Nope. I just looked it up. It's Mega MewTwo X. 
And I will remember that for approximately five minutes at which time my poor, overloaded brain will completely wipe it off the old hard drive. 

But I was glad to see them. They reported that they'd had a very good time camping and showed me their no-see'ums bug bites. I snapped a few pictures. 

Levon had a top that he was spinning. 

August was contorting his long, skinny, strong arms and he wanted me to take his picture from the side so that I could see that his feet were not on the ground but on the tiny ridge of the bottom of the kitchen island. This was a feat of agility and strength. As you can clearly see. 

He also insisted I take one from the back and he was quite pleased with how it turned out. 

Oh, my little boys. How I love them. 

Of course seeing them was the real highlight of the day. 

The tung blossoms are exploding and almost overnight the tung trees on the interstate are gracing us with their flower-clouds. I wonder how many people traveling that highway even notice? Not many, I'm sure. 

Here's a photo that I saw on Facebook this morning and had to save. 

That is Dog Island in the middle. Our house is in the wide part in the belly, so to speak, right on the bay. The island below is part of St. George Island, and across from them is Carrabelle, Tate's Hell, and East Point. 

That is Florida. Heaven and Hell in one photo. 

When I was in town today, stopped at a red light, I took this picture.

As my friend said when I sent her the photo, "I'm going to Del Taco but thanks for asking, Random Sign."

That made me laugh for sure. 

I kicked bamboo a little while ago. That shit is getting serious. 

Life in Lloyd.

Love...Ms. Moon