Today has had its highs and lows; but here is the good news: My overly attentive doctor basically accused me of having colon cancer with no evidence other than being very anemic. Long story short, she said she was quite worried and slightly ruined our trip last week. Then I get five days of goose stuffing level protein from Von Wehlenhof and now I am back in a quasi normal range. But it was an unpleasant few days until the tests came back. Adding to the drama was this horrible very bad no good dream I had of the utmost perfidy; the most unbelievable Lucy and the football type betrayal I have ever experienced...a dream so bad and so real, it can ruin your dinner. Even when that dinner is pizzetta 211. So I turn to my husband and I say: "I miss Mexico"; and he says "I do too".
But he is so happy about the protein/no colon cancer that he says-the single loveliest thing any man has ever said to me:
We can go tonight.
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Slightly drunk, slightly bruised from blood tests and bad dreams, sad about many sad things...
he says let's go tonight. Let the salve of a Mexican night enter your skin....and sing you to sleep.
Unfortunately we have a dog...and there is no flight tonight. (where jet where..)
But the dust of Mexico is calling, and I might answer.
call you later.
xxxx
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