Something is just not right. On Friday, I had my appointment with Dr. Beaver and nothing weird happened. The nurses were really nice and smart, the receptionist got my name right, and nobody rolled their eyes or glared at me. Really, had the nurse not called me by name I'd have thought I was not me.
Dr. Beaver did have stuffed animal beavers in her office but I guess that was to be expected. She also had one of those cool electric examination chairs so you don't have to scoot down or put your feet in stirrups. The great thing about the chair is you are so distracted by it tilting and the seat dropping out that you almost don't notice the exam happening. Almost.
I don't have the results of any tests I had last week yet but as soon as I do, I am going to go wave them in the face of that doctor who kept insisting she could do my exam for me and that she need not refer me to a gynecologist. I'll be doing that when I go back to her in an effort to get a referral to another doctor next week so that should be a lot of fun.
After all my doctor appointments last week, I met my friend for tea at Starbucks to celebrate completing all the tests. I was really celebrating the fact that now people can stop asking me if I've had the mammogram yet. It's funny how people don't get that medical stuff in reality doesn't happen as fast as it does on tv. Have you ever made an appointment for a test, gone for the test, gotten the results, then had surgery all in 25 minutes? I haven't. It takes me 25 minutes just to get to the freeway.
While I was at Starbucks celebrating the end of repeat questions, my gardener was apparently still thinking about my zipper. One of the things we'd talked about when he was staring at the zipper was eventually landscaping our backyard (he did a great job on the front yard). I guess he thought eventually meant right away. I returned home to a new rose garden! He hadn't planted the plants yet but had placed them where they'd go. It was dark out so I couldn't really see. I was sort of toying with the idea of having him return the plants because we can't really afford to be paying for extra things right now. But when I woke up the next morning and saw how good the garden was going to look, I just hoped the price would be good, too. And, maybe the new blooms and the new color and the new place to sit and BE was coming at just the right time. Ignacio arrived bright and early Saturday morning and started planting with total joy. Choo have to enjoy your garden, he said. As he took plants from other parts of our dumpy back yard and arranged and rearranged, he told me Thees ees what I love. Thees ees my beesiness card!
I knew what he meant.
This is the beginning of a small part of the garden (on a rainy day) in progress. Ignore the butt ugly fence. Ignacio has a plan to hide it.
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