More Postcards from Provence.
Yesterday was my Annual doctor's visit. At 3 pm. Before darkness falls in Maine.
I lost 40 pounds. Since my summer visit. Doctor is worried. I told him my husband's story. He was only slightly less worried but pleased to hear Son is living with me. He says alone would be troubling.
I got two shots...vaccines....and I will be getting two more (??) at the grocery store (pneumonia and shingles). Flu in my right arm as I am right handed and COVID in the left. They also took blood. The Good News- I don't need to come back until next January..... so.unless the blood work spikes alarm...I'm going to live another year. Or More.
We came back home just as it was getting dark. I am now thinking I will need to take a taxi for next year's visit. Son was only staying for one year...October.
I had cheese, some corn chips and pistachios for supper when we got home. A cup of sweet hot tea. I should have eaten one of the last two pears. But I didn't. I will today. I also have rice my Son made me days ago (in that fancy rice cooker)....I'll add green peas to it. I think we have made our way thru all the Holiday Food. So will have to actually cook something. We didn't have any "plans" for this week. I am thinking he would enjoy take out or just going out to eat...he could bring home something for me.
And that's it. I am reasonably sure I will live to be 80 (3 more years) or even match my dad at 86 (nine more years). I once thought I would like living to 100....but now, I am not so sure about that.
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