Last November, I gave up all the things I don’t really like to do anyway, including eating meat. Unfortunately, my decision to replace meat with cookies turns out to have been somewhat unwise.
I could have guessed that I’d made an unwise nutritional decision, but in fact the extent of my unwisdom was brought to my attention by my doctor, who called the other night to tell me I am severely anemic. (I thought she was calling to tell me that they’d finally voted on a new health care bill and it required all doctors to actually follow up on blood test results that they’ve had since June, but in fact, she managed to stumble on my results without any kind of government mandate. Whether that gives you solace in your concerns about health care legislation I cannot say. All I know is that I’ve been about the same degree of tired for 14 years, and that hasn’t gotten worse since I stopped eating steak.)
When I heard about the severe anemia, my first thought was how I could use THAT news to my advantage. I am here to tell you that in my family it counts for nothing. My husband first checked, of course, as husbands will, to be sure that the chances are zero that the anemia is related to something that will trigger the need to cash in my life insurance policy. After that, well, you still have to do the dishes.
Soon, though, maybe I will be given something that will make me feel totally fired up. And then look out. For one thing, I will beging posting at a rate of greater than .7 blog posts a week. And I will be organizing my bureau drawers and then coming over to your house and alphabetizing your spice rack.
And this is also to say to the fourteen lovely, lovely blog readers who left comments cheering me on in the quicksand also known as revising-your-novel-yet again: I ADORE YOU. And my husband, who really just wants to be sure I am well, I adore him too. And those who read and don’t comment, like the lovely Mari (and her lovely soon to be baby?) but hope for the best in the quicksand? Yup. I ADORE YOU also!