I went to see my doctor today because I’ve been feeling very tired.
(This could have something to do with the fact that I’ve got six kids and one of them, an Angela.)
(I dunno. It’s tough to say.)
They drew several vials of my blood (Hooray! Instant weight loss!) and are going to check my levels for vitamin D, vitamin B12, thyroid hormone and Easter joy. In addition, my doctor suggested that I limit my intake of quick carbohydrates—i.e. anything crunchy, fast and satisfying—and give up what she termed “adrenal beaters”.
In other words, caffeine and alcohol.
In other words, my Easter joy.
I told this to Cate on the way home—as we pulled up, in fact, in front of a local Caribou Coffee. (It was 3 pm. I needed a pick-me-up.)
She stared at me, unblinking.
“You? Give up coffee?”
Her incredulity was highly satisfying.
She shook her head. “I’ve known you all my life, Mom. Asking you to give up coffee would be like…”
She paused, searching for the perfect metaphor.
“Asking a kangaroo not to hop!”
I’ll let you know how I do with this life change.