I was flipping through Plimco’s flickr pool and saw, multiple times, on the back of her couch, her koolaid afghan and it’s got me so excited about finishing mine, I just about can’t even express it.
I started piecing it together yesterday and it seems to be going fairly quickly.
I also had a long, long talk with my cousin A., which was nice. Sometimes I miss the hell out of those folks and wish we weren’t so far. She’s having some health issues and I thought the last time she went down the symptoms with me that it seemed too similar to mine. Her doctor is checking her for it this month.
But get this: she brought up with her doctor that I had PCOS and wondered if she might have it too. And he listed off some of the more embarrassing symptoms and how she didn’t seem to display any of those and she was like, “Well, I take care of that.”
And I was just dumbfounded. Here you are, a ladyparts doctor and it never occurs to you that your patients might pluck or shave or wax?
Yet another reason I’m glad I go to my doctor.
She’s having dinner with my parents tonight. I wished her luck.
Oh, and I forgot to tell you that I’m still trying to fill my compost pile. I think I made it too big. Luckily, just when I think there cannot possibly be any more oak leaves, there are. I’m hoping that next year I can just convince the oak to dump the leaves directly in the compost pile without needing me as a go-between.
Eventually, the novelty of this place will probably wear off, but I swear, right now, I fight the urge every day to call up Kathy and just cry I’m so grateful she put up with driving around Nashville and looking at, what, 140 houses?, with me. Because I just love this place.
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My ob/gyn was also slow on the uptake about that. They’re taught to look for symptoms and when you think like a doctor, you think “hmmm, if I had a lot of hair on my face, I’d go to the doctor to figure out why.” Instead, their patients think “I hate going to the doctor and so I’m going to tweeze like there’s no tomorrow.”
And plus, what woman doesn’t have some random hairs? I have/had a hair on my chin. I just assumed it was part of being a mammal. So, I plucked it and thought nothing of it. I certainly didn’t think there was anything wrong.
Baby you call me anytime. I’m such a turdlette that I get teary-eyed every time I look at the pictures of your beautiful yard and warm home. Every single time.
I’m so glad you found just the right spot.
And wait till spring–it’ll be glorious in your own yard.