I had a doctor appointment this morning, at 8.48am. I wondered, later, what drove me to write down such a freakishly incorrect time but on checking the email I realised it was correct. I think it's all about him having a new appointment every 12 minutes.
I was back for a repeat prescription as well as a blood test. I can feel my anemia is all but gone however the blood will tell. I hope it shuts up about me not taking my vitamin D. I was prescribed 4 different pills and potions, I chose to take 2 initially. Maybe I regret this ... maybe I don't.
I do understand any consequences are my fault. Most especially the sadness that comes from being low in vitamin D but I need a change in direction. Sadness helps focus one on the demands that emerge out of 'changing a life'. I'll start with it this week, now that the other 2 appear to have worked. And ummm, it may be that being low vitamin D doesn't really help a soul to make changes...
I did decide I might adore my doctor. It became clear when I explained how one of my health challenges had disappeared during my first 3 days in Italy. He looked up and said, very seriously, 'then you must go to Italy more often'.
'Seriously' but with quite the twinkle in his eye. Probably knowing there's nothing that sounds so good as being able to say, 'Well ... the doctor told me. So I must, mustn't I.'
Today, still searching for a particular Istanbul photograph I'd quite like to post, I found another that I remembered loving. This one was taken inside Dolmabahçe Palace, that fabulous Istanbul palace where Ataturk lived. The place where I learned that I love a particular shade of red ... the one that's like slightly faded raspberries.
The quote below, from Goethe, seemed like more good advice.
And the song ... Beyond the Blue by Josh Garrels, just really worked for me on this cold grey rainy Belgian day.
