I went to the doctor today. Pretty much, she had no idea why I'm anemic. So, she's doing a few more tests.

I have no idea why I had to wait a week for this appointment, rather than her telling me this over the phone, especially since I told her last week that I was planning to go out of town and that, if I needed to do any more tests, then I wanted to do them as soon as possible, so the blood for these test really could have been drawn a week ago.

If anyone's interested in doing DNA testing, pretty much all of the companies are having sales this weekend. (And if you want to do it to find an unknown relative, then Ancestry is the best place to start, since they've got the biggest database of other people who've tested.)

I am being a good adult, I made a doctor's appointment for one of my days of vacation.

My family history includes an affair with a Jewish nurse four generations back and one over - my great-grandfather's cousin - but since the entire family was already Jewish that wasn't the scandalous part. Anyway, that's why we own summer vacation property in Ontario now.

For some reason, the last sentence leaves me with so many questions.

For some reason, the last sentence leaves me with so many questions.

I suspect some clandestine settlement for the actual scandalous part.

Someone remind me that no I really can't drink coffee since my gallbladder surgery, no matter how exhausted I am. ION, ouch.

I keep meaning to do a DNA test.

Sweetie, there's literally one in the dining room that I told you I got extra when I did mine.

You have to give up coffee after losing your gallbladder? That's not an easy one.

I don't have to, but every time I drink it, it tries to kill me. I gave in and tried a latte yesterday because I was so tired and had an energetic toddler to go home too. It was not a good idea.

Hubby couldn't eat pork after getting his gallbladder out, he became violently allergic to it. He really missed bacon.