I am very beezzy. If you have anything you need me to do, the answer will be, “No, I’m too ‘beezzy’” (joke between Steve and me). This past week, I attended to my health – my “medical catch-up” week. Monday, I had my annual physical with Dr. Blanc and got a flu shot; Tuesday, I had a blood test at my neighborhood Labazur (laboratory); Wednesday, I got the flu; Thursday, I got the lab results; and Friday, I discussed my health with Dr. Blanc (as best I could in broken French (haha)), and got the news. My stats are “very good”. Vitamin D is down. (Well, duh, I am staying out of the sun because I don’t want the melanoma to return.) I must drink a vial of Vitamin D once a month for six months. OK. Liquid sunshine. Not that any of you care about my health, but I am glad to know that if I feel like a piece of you-know-what, get the flu from the flu shot, cry a lot, and complain, it is just my personality. Not my health.
Wait, there’s more.
Tuesday, my friends Slav and his wife Andrea helped me decorate the walls with art work! Took three hours, but we did it! AND, It looks great, if I do say so myself. It feels like home. (Just for the record, I hung the small ones.) The large ones required drilling holes for special plugs in concrete. Slav knew just what to do. Andrea helped. I watched and gave instructions. Haha. That is the way I do my best work. Now, I have more art than walls – two are hanging outside. One is under an awning. But, the other one is subject to the elements. Oh, well, if it gets ruined, it will be easier to throw away. I know that is not the right attitude, but I have nowhere to store anything, and that picture is one of my least favorite. Yet, I cannot part with any of them. I love them all – even though I question our wisdom (Steve and mine), lugging all that art from California to France. (Sigh.)
Wednesday, I went to the Flower Market http://www.nicetourisme.com/nice/1396-marche-aux-fleurs-cours-saleya for photo-ops and realized I had the flu. I still took dozens of pictures for a week of photo-postings, then went home to recover from the flu. (Sigh.) Postings to follow.
Thursday, I got my hair cut and colored with blotchy streaks. Just when I think I will let it grow longer because I feel more feminine when it is longer, or grow out to its natural color, I cut and color it. Happens like clockwork. So, on Thursday, I went to my favorite salon. http://www.silvercoiffeur.com/ Christelle (sp?) is wonderful at color. (I found her by asking a woman who works in Tanagra http://www.tanagra-nice.com/ – where I get my pedicures, who does her color.) And, David Silver – the owner – cuts it. I love them both. Only this week, I think I gave David too many instructions of what to do. Let’s face it, I never know what to say to a beautician. If I say too much, they take it personally. If I don’t say anything, I hate the haircut. If I say the blow dryer is too hot, they take it personally. If I say the bangs are too long, they tell me to wait two minutes because they will do it when they get to it. It is so frustrating. And, no matter what I say, it is wrong. To anyone. Ever. Anyway, David did not like it. I hope I can go back. (Sigh) This is the result.
On the way home, I got my blood test results at Labazur. Afterwards, I was hungry. I needed lunch, but it was after 3:00 p.m. Lots of luck finding a good place to eat at that time of day. I was across the street from my favorite 21 Paysans. https://www.21paysans.com/ I asked if I could still get a bite to eat. Yes. The chef fixed me a delicious something with goat cheese, ham, lettuce, tomato, multigrain bread, vinaigrette. Whatever. It was perfect. And, and a delicious hot tea with carrot cake. Yum.
Friday, I had a consultation with Dr. Blanc, went to my physical therapist (for my knee), and later, when I got home, found out I DON’T HAVE HEAT in my apartment. What????? Talk about nondisclosure. My landlord said the furnace in the basement of the building is broken and cannot be repaired. So, he reduced my rent a tad and brought me electric heaters on Saturday. No comment. I would rather post pictures of flowers and fruit. More than you ever wanted to know. Peace.