Yesterday, mom drove down to Mt. Vernon to see her favorite rheumatologist in the whole, wide world, who bears a striking resemblance to...well, y'know.
Dr. Wonderful looked straight into her eyes and said three magic words every Southern woman longs her entire life to hear from a man: "You're not crazy."
He actually said: "You are not crazy."
She cried, "You gotta be kidding?! Are you serious? I mean, REALLY, REALLY?"
He said: "You are not crazy. You are doing everything right." And he then informed us that three different classes of medications all of which are contraindicated can make a person feel crazy...but she wasn't! He said other things, too, but she was in Rapture and heard them Not! Few women from the Deep South ever hear those words from a man. What a Mother's Day WE GONNA HAVE NOW!
TODAY: STRUGGLING TO type, read, think, get dressed (underwear, on the inside or the outside? i knew this once, why won't it come back to me?) pain, wondering why bagels have holes in the middle...why is "up" on the top? Who invented "sideways" and why?
We misses our friends and MODS way bad, but we get her so much more now: got no complaints for Dr. House and we even bathed so he wouldn't be allergic to us. It is Official: NOT CRAZY. Befuddled, but ain't a one of us gonna bring that up before Mother's Day...whaddya think WE are? Crazy?
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, ONE AND ALL!
