I Survived

The headline there about sneaking off 21 pounds by Christmas (how very specific) cracked me up. You want to know how to lose 21 pounds by Christmas? Get a terminal illness. That'll do it. Watch those pounds sneak away! By Christmas! Twenty-one of them! 

Y'all, if fried mess took human form, it would have been me today. I wracked and wracked my brain to try and figure out why this specific medical exam was freaking me out so bad. Listen- I woke up dizzy and I know it was nothing but anxiety. I have got to get over this. Once again, I had to take an Ativan. Do we now realize that the only times I need to take Ativan are when I have medical appointments? Nice little bit of irony there. 

But I made it to the appointment and after the complete trauma of weighing and getting my blood pressure checked (I am constantly amazed that I am not sent to the ER every time a sphygmomanometer appears in my peripheral vision), I sat and read a New Yorker magazine, probably only taking in 20% of what I was reading until the good doctor entered the room and as soon as that happened, I was fine. 
I love this guy so much. 
The first thing he said was, "You have a charming husband! And he is so tall!" Glen saw him for the first time a few weeks ago. 
We spent a great deal of time talking about the election. And I suppose that has at least something to do with my health, as he knows that just the fear of what the possible results could be at my last appointment was affecting me in such a way that he increased one of my anti-depressants, which, as I have said, has helped. 
He's not happy about the results either. We got down deep in it, discussing everything from the new cabinet picks all the way back to "grab 'em by the pussy." 

Somehow in there he managed to trick me up on the table because this wellness exam includes an actual exam but that was okay. I didn't even have to take my dress off. He's fast and he's good at what he does. I also had to remember three words for about ten minutes- village, kitchen, baby. Do you think he picked out special words for me? And I was perfectly capable of drawing a clock face that showed 11:10. 

So whoo-hoo! I'm good! 

We didn't really discuss the coming-up colonoscopy much besides him asking me if it had been scheduled and I told him that yes, it had, and when and who the doctor was. "Good!" he said. "You'll like him!" 
"Won't really matter much," I said. "I'll be asleep."

Glen went to town early to drive a friend home from getting a biopsy that required anesthesia. Then he went to the gym and THEN, because Owen asked him to, he went and sat in a deer stand with the lad. I have not heard from them so I do not know if a deer was caught or not. I do know that very few things could make Glen happier than having Owen ask him to take him hunting. 

And that's how the day went. Tomorrow I am making a chocolate pecan pie for August to take to school for some sort of fund-raising pie judging contest. I have no real idea what it's about but I am most pleased that August asked specifically if I would make a pie because he thinks I make the best ones. I am sure he's basing this on the chocolate pecan pie I made last Thanksgiving. He and Levon devoured that pie. So of course I am happy to make it and I will do my best so that he is not embarrassed. 

These things are waiting in my pantry to be made into fruit cakes and I believe I will tackle that this weekend. 

In a stunning turn of events, I do not believe we will be having our traditional Thanksgiving feast day this year. It's Lily's children's turn to be with their dad on Thanksgiving and we just don't want to celebrate without them BUT, since the kids don't have to be at Jason's until noon, we are going to have a Thanksgiving breakfast and I am all for this idea. In fact, I am positively thrilled. To be in the grocery store and walk past all the turkeys and cranberries and WHATEVER feels like a sort of freedom. Don't get me wrong- I do love to make the turkeys with cornbread stuffing and the gravy and the cranberry/orange relish and the angel biscuits but taking a year off won't hurt my feelings. 

I'll make something for the breakfast and then later in the day I'll make Glen and me a little stuffed chicken and who knows? Maybe even some cranberry relish and a few angel biscuits but certainly some cooked greens from the garden. 

We've all been through a lot in the past month and I think we'll all benefit from a less structured and less frantic and less over-the-top celebration. I mean, we just had a wedding! The joy of that is still with us. Next year, we can do it all up again. 

Love...Ms. Moon