Can You Tell Me What is Troubling Me?
My new doctor is a trip. Her office is in a little old house and looks like a rococo antique shop. The furniture is not medical office at all. Every piece is ornamented and upholstered. I perched on a striped mahogany loveseat topped by a bower of carved roses. The restroom has a marble-topped table with half a dozen delicate vases of purple roses. Yes, real roses.
The good doctor herself came in wearing a black and white hat worthy of the Kentucky Derby. A tidy Chanel suit. Heels, of course, and dark red lipstick.
So not your ordinary medical office.
That may be to my advantage, though, because she was the first doctor to ever test my vitamin levels. Anemic! Who knew that 30 years of vegetarianism could leave you a little light on iron reserves? And low on B12 as well.
I have only been supplementing for 3 days, yet this was the first day in years where I haven’t taken a nap.
So keep wearing the hats and decorating all crazy, doc. You seem to know what you’re doing.