I had lunch with Mo today. (Actually, he ate and I drank Diet Coke, which I can ingest without discomfort.)
When I got home, the late-afternoon trans-bay light was particularly brilliant. This is the tree in front of my house.
My wonderful GP called to say my blood test results showed iron-deficiency anemia. I have to start taking 1000 milli-somethings of iron a day. Unfortunately, my first attempt was a disaster. Boy, was I sick. I’ll try again tomorrow. He also wants to take a gander at my innards, since he thinks the condition is related to bleeding somewhere. I’ll acquiesce to the test as long as it doesn’t entail [I just typo’d “entrail”] drinking foul liquids.
Oh, cool. I just found an excellent overview of Iron Deficiency Anemia from gihealth.com. I’ll stick in here so I don’t lose it.
I forgot to show you this: The night before I left Delaware, when Mom and I were looking through her little jewelry box, we found two gold rings: one that Dad’s father (the English Navy captain) gave to Dad’s mother, the other from the Clemens (as in Samuel) side of the family. The next morning as I was packing, Mom surprised me by giving them to me.
