the mother has landed

She’s here. So far, so good. I mean, really, I can’t complain. We
stayed up talking until almost 3 am my time, but it’s okay. She’s
pretty slow moving because of the foot thing, so I’m not sure how much
we’ll be able to get done together. IOW, going to the grocery could
take a hell of a long time.

M. has developed a very kind and loving view of the situation, so I’m happy about that.

And on a different topic, we have more exciting news in the world of
[insert sounds of doom here] Franque’s health. I’m fine, I’m fine. But
I have fibroids and a cyst. I imagine those will have to come out
(there were associated symptoms -oh, okay, I’ll say it: pain- that got
me to the doc in the first place), so maybe the timing of my mother’s
“visit” will be helpful. In terms of post-surgery stuff. (Don’t you
LOVE how I have myself needing to recover from surgery? How I see
myself needing the constant care of my MOMMY? God, such a drama queen!)

To add just a dash of excitement to the fibroid/cyst splendor, some
tests my doc ordered last week “show evidence of early menopause.” Aah,
nothin’ says autumn like a hot flash, eh?

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