It was a late night and far past my bedtime when I finally hit the hay. In spite of that, I woke an hour earlier than usual and it was probably because I’d left off the melatonin. I might do that again tonight and, then again, I might not.
The weather has taken a left and ended up somewhere up north. The temperature outside was 56 when I crawled out of my nice warm bed. Inside, it was 66. Still pretty nippy. The a/c was still running but just stirring the air around. It wasn’t cooling. I turned it off.
Cuz came over when I was heating up the last of my grits and cashew gravy. I had half a nice avocado chopped up and ready to go. She didn’t fight me for it. My mail was hand-delivered. I could have done without it. It was a bill from the Mother Ship for $50, my co-pay for my ABG and six minute walk. I’ve sent a message to Humana questioning that. The last time I had it done, there was no co-pay.
My hair is longer than I like so I figured I’d get it cut today. I took that shower I’d put off yesterday and shampooed said hair.
Before I forget it, I haven’t gotten the results of my biopsy yet. I called the doctor’s office and asked about them. The girl I talked to said they weren’t in my chart. It’s been more than two weeks—how long does it take? She said I have an appointment next month and the doctor will go over them with me then. I told her, in the meantime, I’d like to know if they were negative or positive. I thought later I should have said “benign or malignant” but she got my drift. She said she’d have the nurse call me. I told her I’d be out some today and agreed that voice mail would be okay. She hasn’t called yet. At least I wasn’t tied to the phone.
Now, I know that some doctors have the philosophy that if it’s good news, there’s no hurry. If it’s bad news, the patient should know right away. I have no idea if that’s what the gastro thinks, though. At any rate, my stewing about it isn’t going to change anything.
When I walked out the door, I decided I would check the volunteer squash plant. There was a huge squash that should have been picked days ago. I pulled it off and put it in the sink to deal with when I got home.
My trip to town was uneventful. Going by the beauty shop, I didn’t see anyone I trusted to cut my hair so that was put off. I saw an old friend in produce. Her legs are giving out so she was driving around in one of the motorized carts. She’s quite a bit older than I am so maybe I have a few years before I’ll have to give in and use one of those.
I also saw my favorite produce girl. She is skinny as a rail. I’ve told her I wish we could do a fat transplant but, as far as I know, it isn’t possible. She said it would be nice as long as it would stay where it was supposed to.
The cashier was gratified that I had the ads for the things I was price-matching. She said a lot of people don’t bring them in. I told her they come to my email every week. She was surprised. I price matched bananas at 39 cents a lub, 10 avocados at 49 cents each (I shared with my CIL), 5 lubs of potatoes for $1.49 and two half gallons of almond milk for $5.
When I got home, I realized I should have consulted my list. I’d failed to replenish my supply of chocolate chips.
It was getting on toward dark when Cuz came over this evening. I’d cooked the squash, scooping the seeds out with a spoon. I also put the rest of the gumbo in the freezer in three cartons. It will be good to have when the snow flies, as Mother used to say.
Cuz had spent a lot of today under a house fixing a leak. Her jeans showed it. There was a hole in one knee. I told her she could sell them for a lot of money.
The a/c is off again. It’s already down to 59 outside. It’s 74 inside and pleasant. I wish we could go back to the days when we had four seasons. Now, it seems we have only two—summer and winter.