Maria Bamford! hahahahahaha!
Right?
I just got home from my annual check-up, which I've only done annually since I got state health care (yay!), so that's... twice (thank you, Obama and Minnesota)
and I actually saw the same doctor for the second time, which I think hasn't happened since I was a child.
I love this doc---she's my age, and when I said I wanted a referral to a counselor for a midlife tune up, she laughed merrily and said she knew a good one for me.
"Someone smart and kind?" I said.
"And funny!" she said.
OMG, smart, kind, and funny? Maybe we could date.
When I got home I googled this psychologist (PhD, much older than a child), and, as I said, she looks kinda like Maria Bamford, if MB liked outdoor winter sports.
You know this comic?
She does a hilarious mini–sit-com about living in her mother's basement--in Duluth (like Hutch!)-- because she's too... something-or-other to function. (Anxious? and other things.)
So. I shall see. Next week, already!
I also got a referral to a nutritionist [re post below]... but not for a month. You know I heard that as "one more month to live on ice-cream and beer".
Other than that stuff, I seem to be healthy and well, for which I am immensely grateful.
Really, immensely. Every day I wake up with no pain. This is so great, I hope I remember that I knew how great it was when it's no longer the case.
[ Hello, future self! Yes, I KNOW I'm lucky.]
My friend Krista took this photo ^ in a 12th century abbey Ireland this summer:
Right?
I just got home from my annual check-up, which I've only done annually since I got state health care (yay!), so that's... twice (thank you, Obama and Minnesota)
and I actually saw the same doctor for the second time, which I think hasn't happened since I was a child.
I love this doc---she's my age, and when I said I wanted a referral to a counselor for a midlife tune up, she laughed merrily and said she knew a good one for me.
"Someone smart and kind?" I said.
"And funny!" she said.
OMG, smart, kind, and funny? Maybe we could date.
When I got home I googled this psychologist (PhD, much older than a child), and, as I said, she looks kinda like Maria Bamford, if MB liked outdoor winter sports.
You know this comic?
She does a hilarious mini–sit-com about living in her mother's basement--in Duluth (like Hutch!)-- because she's too... something-or-other to function. (Anxious? and other things.)
So. I shall see. Next week, already!
I also got a referral to a nutritionist [re post below]... but not for a month. You know I heard that as "one more month to live on ice-cream and beer".
Other than that stuff, I seem to be healthy and well, for which I am immensely grateful.
Really, immensely. Every day I wake up with no pain. This is so great, I hope I remember that I knew how great it was when it's no longer the case.
[ Hello, future self! Yes, I KNOW I'm lucky.]
My friend Krista took this photo ^ in a 12th century abbey Ireland this summer:
