It is indeed a stereotypical lovely nearly Summer day! I did run into Humanling's room a couple of times thinking that I heard a noise, but really, sometimes the sound of the guinea pigs drinking their water from the nozzle is what is waking me up. Bad boys! No drinking between 5am and 7:30am!
She's been a bit hot today, poor thing. We're on the second floor and yayuh, it is hot up here. Especially when I decide to cook. But I made her favorites...deviled eggs and kale chips. We're having company later so I had to boot her out of the refrigerator or else she'd probably eat an entire half dozen eggs by herself. Since embarking on this "teenage" thing, she eats like a small boar and remains a rail.
Today I like to remain some cute things that she does or says. Like the other day when she was wearing this beautiful brown dress with blue swirls in it. Amazing what color can do to enhance already existing beauty. So she's sitting in the recliner, but damned if I can yet teach her to sit like a girl while wearing a dress, which is probably why she owns so few. So I said to her "oh that color looks really good on you! It matches your hair!" She replied "What, the underwear or the dress?"
We can't blame it on bad parenting when kids don't grasp the better way right off. My mother is probably the reason why I resisted being any sort of neat freak for decades. She'd clear a plate away from in front of you if you weren't looking. I become rather expulsive as a result, but it's not her fault. It's who I was. Humanling is a lot like I was in some ways....resistant to neatness.
But the other day I called her doctor to hear about some blood work that we'd gotten done...extensive since she'd been complaining of ritualistic belly aches. She's like that anyway. She relishes telling me every day that she thought she was going to "puke her guts up all over the floor" in school. This is an absolute delight for her. So this morning she started with her belly feeling off and I immediately grabbed my invisible mike and addressed my audience. "Folks, Humanling has yet ANOTHER bellyache. What, praytell, could be the reason for TODAY'S bellyache?" It got a laugh out of her and that's when I know she really isn't that bad off. I put her through tests like that because she seems to enjoy being sick. So I make jokes and if she is really not responding, shit's going downhill.
So the nurse mentioned that in her bloodwork there was a flag on something called an ANA screening. Wha's that??? Huh? She said it signifies rheumatoid arthritis. That makes sense to me. She had Lyme's and was treated for it. So maybe this is just an elevated marker? I don't yet know. What I do know is that the doctor's office, busy as they are, have not called me with the info regarding the bloodwork. Ok, that's unfair of me to say. I actually am really bad at checking messages on my phone. So maybe they did call and I missed it. But still. So the doctor is still supposed to call me with an explanation about this "red flag" status. Man. I can't have her on another round of doxycyclin. That was barf Russian Roulette. You never knew what day it wouldn't work out...and that lasted for a month.
The child has been outside with the downstairs neighbor's two year old. She just came up to bring back a glass and spoon that I gave to her filled with "italian ice" ... really it's 100% juice that's been frozen. She grabbed me and kissed my nose. My reaction was "Oh My God. I think you filled my nostril with saliva."
So yesterday morning we were chilling out doing our parallel playing in the living room. I took control of the tv and put "I Love Lucy" on in the background. She couldn't help but peek and see what was up. Lucy's antics are so freakin' hysterical. It fills me with pride to pass down something so classic like Lucy. Only as we watched I noticed that Lucy's cry is just as horrible and annoying as Spongebob Squarepants' laugh. No really. Check for yourself. Out of respect I won't even post a link to either.
Today has been a mostly lovely day. Humanling has planned a surprise for our guests later (they are my co-host of our show, Scorpion Equinox and her boyfriend, who is quite the author and poet). She wants to dress up in her concert clothing and play We Wish You a Merry Christmas on the keyboard. I think she should learn "Axel F" but whatever.
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