I went to Megan and Cody's lovely wedding Saturday evening. Outside. A miracle of no rain. I read a bit of Anne Sexton to open the ceremony. Lovely music. Cody's sister is a bottle of fire--orange hair, milk skin, no freckles. Rare. Dangerous. She would have been killed not so long ago. Dimples, too. Obviously a saint in her former life. The wedding was at The Urban Lawn and very comfortable with the kind of cushy patio chairs that rich people buy. Funny thing. The Internet minister read the official part of the ceremony from his cell phone. We have entered a new era.
I might have felt better yesterday if I had not had such a good day on Monday. Then better on Tuesday. A go go go go go go go go day. I day when I knew I should have stopped but I felt so good almost pain-free and I did and did and did. And yesterday I paid. I slept all afternoon. I ate candy and too much of it. But I slept seven hours last night and this morning I feel much better.
Went to my marvelous GP yesterday. I am anemic. He is testing me for Celiac disease, which there is just no way I have. He doesn't know what is wrong with my wrists/hands. He wants to see the nerve conduction study. He says I do have ulnar impingement. He gave me a shot of a close cousin of Prednisone to test me for any sort of inflammatory condition. If the shot eases the pain significantly, then he will know a lot more. If it doesn't pan out he will do an MRI of my hands. I love my doctor. He listens. He always spends at least twenty minutes with me. Sometimes more. I wish everyone could receive such excellent care.
imagine it. if you could have this again. i would be there in a second. baby baths for adults. like Aunt Beast and Meg Murray. you must be as an infant again. you must listen to me singing. you must let me hold you. you must let me wrap you in a line-dried towel and set me in a basket in the sun.